In days gone, we fumed
hungry for the satisfaction
of title glories exhumed
as transfer tales gained traction
but soon we learned to wait
and expect it all to sour
as deals snag snare or degredate
all within the final hour
then came bobby blue to town
smiling, dashing, twinkling grin
with his hair of black and shoes of brown
he taught us all to hope again
our moans turned to hushed delight
and oh noes to allez allez allez ohs
when on that first transfer night
bobby filled our squad with loans
everton shot right up the rankings
our doubts grew dim and faint
a fourth place trophy ours for taking
bobby brown shoes was a saint
but then came fast the silly season
when hammys strain and knees explode
reborn were rants decrying treason
just like in ye days of olde
and as the clock hand moves around
the forum mood grows dour
the opinions shouted are seldom sound
here in this bleak, humorless hour
so raise a glass of bleach with me
and drink away your day
because we wont sign anybody with a fee
thats not the everton way
