BEALE OUT

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Panic on the streets of Hendon

Panic on the streets of Southwick

I wonder to myself

"Could life ever be sane again?"

The Wearside streets that you slip down

I wonder to myself

Hopes may rise in the boardroom

But Michael Beale, you're not safe here

So you run down to the safety of the South

But there's panic on the streets of Millfield

Roker, Fulwell, Pallion

I wonder to myself

Burn down the model

Sack the blessed Mick Beale

Because the football that he’ll constantly play

It says nothing to me about my life

Sack the blessed Mick Beale

Because the football they constantly play

In the football league that you slip down

The players they all just jog 'round

Sack Mick Beale, Sack Mick Beale, Sack Mick Beale

Sack Mick Beale, Sack Mick Beale

Sack Mick Beale, Sack Mick Beale
Anyone still up for this?
 
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