Sir David Murray had a worry he was broke and in a hurry
As he’d borrowed funny money from the mint.
Now his assets were in danger cause he’d lost it all on Rangers
who were strangers to the facts of being skint.
So he paid Black Jack to use his black arts to sell the Whyte man with googly parts
to the blue horde.
Using scams the boys in blue ignored.
Alright, the Blue Knights were allowed flights of fancy
but their green remained unseen,
while the real knight slipped quietly from the scene.
Mr Whyte with his green well hid
bought the lot for a single quid.
“Keep them out of the black and into the red,
you get nothing at all for two in a bed” he said.
Meanwhile
A parcel of rogues in black suits and brown brogues
turned their gaze from the impending crash
taking the time to count their cash.
When the taxman had no patience left
he consigned the Club to certain death.
The yellow-bellied SFA quickly looked the other way.
They couldn’t get a CVA so
What would they do ? What would they say?
They took a chance but lost the lottery
Round one to humble old bampottery.
Though with the aid of Duff and Phelps they tried their worst
but nothing helps.
Mr Miller and Mr Ng didn’t see a single thing
to make them think this could survive.
“How come this monster is still alive?”
Bold Bomber Brown fell down
like Mr Custard the bluenose clown.
Outside the park that he once played for.
The type of man these teams are made for.
The type of dream that he still needs
The deeds, indeed. Do the deid need deeds?
Meanwhile
The red tops employed their dark arts
Convinced the fans that the spare parts were the whole thing
Even better than the real thing.
While Mr Green with an oily sheen
preened by The Rangers PR machine
promised orange tops for the angry horde.
Sanctioned by the grey suits on the SFA board.
This spiverry was given pass
to liposuck that scrawny ass.
The stillborn club was clubbed at birth
For every penny it was worth
Mr McCoist with puppy dog eyes declared it all a big surprise
He didn’t look but he eyed the prize
A lifetime supply of Broxi Pies
or £825K a year plus shares
Taking the piss out of the teddy bears
But nobody likes them so nobody cares.
Humble Pie - Internet Bampot 