Dick Cave & The Bad Cheese – The Ballad Of Franny Lee

Alan Bawl: Going down, Going down little Franny Lee
Down to division three
We've only one lad who isn't half bad
And that's little George Kinkladze

And at first the crowd roared
But now they're just bored
They go la la la la la, la la la la lee
This is the ballad of Franny Lee

Franny Lee: I can't go down and I won't go down
I've spent twelve million quid on city
Of the money I've made in the bog paper trade
AB: Well bloody hell, don't blame me

And at first the crowd roared
But now they're just bored
They go la la la la la, la la la la lee
Bring me the head of Franny Lee

FL: Call yourself a manager you little toss pot
Your voice hasn't broke and your balls haven't dropped
You won the world cup in your stupid white boots
Now you turn up for work in flat caps and shell suits

AB: Now here's a home truth you puddin-basin-haired twonk
Deeply ironic it is
From that profitable caper wholesaling bog paper
You've landed us deep in the shit

And at first the crowd roared
But now they're just bored
They go la la la la la, la la la la lee
The King of the kippax is Franny Lee
They go la la la la la, la la la la lee
King of the shit house is Franny Lee