The lie dream of The Golden Tit.

No man or club is bigger than it
Not the "R'zzz" of Reading
Or the Golden Tit
So I howled and whinced when I heard the tale
Of Wolves premature
Premiership season ticket sales.

Just as Reading found with their "victory" bus
It's better to be humble like little old us
Don't tempt the wrath of the footballing Gods
Because they'll damn you sure as tits run dry
with their cursed law of sod.

To the play-offs now take your tarnished egos
Your bitten nails and your broken hearts
Where reputations count for nothing
And fighting spirit can't be bought.

Follow in the footsteps that your little cousins trod
On our way to making history against the bookies' odds
And approach things in a Saddlers way
Embrace humility
Be humble
and keep sod's law at bay.

© David Foulkes