Silent Night
Silent night, Sisu are tight.
Tango man, oh so bright.
Sits with Thorn on the bench against Hull.
Won't make a statement, he only talks bull.
Do one and leave us in peace, do one and leave us in peace.
There Isn't Any Room
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat.
No, no, no.
There isn't any cash,
Thorn you can't sign him.
There isn't any cash for players.
The fans may be mad,
And my tan may be fake,
And we might just kill this club if we keep hold of the Sky Blues.
But we won't be going soon,
We won't be going soon,
We won't be going till we've ruined you.
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat,
Yes, yes, yes,
Ok we get your point,
And we'll sell the club,
We see that we're no good for the Sky Blues.
You might find someone rich,
And you might find someone smart,
Let's be fair even blondes know more about the game than we do.
So we'll sell you pretty soon,
We'll sell you pretty soon,
We'll sell you pretty soon we're sorry.
(We can dream right?)