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SuperLeeds

Bielsa’s Boys go bombing on.

Hear it, hear it,

Hear our song.

 

Running further than the rest,

Leeds United are the best.

Scything through the opposition,

Scoring goals our only mission.

 

Top flight teams are running scared,

Afraid of a team that’s uncompared:

Players drilled on “Murderball”,

Making them feel so very tall.

 

We’ve even a Brazilian in our team.

Bielsa buys only the cream.

Brazil themselves are doing great deeds:

They say they’re playing just like Leeds.

 

Shame about those missing fans,

Still busy washing their hands.

Can’t wait for that Elland Road roar

Celebrating every score.

 

Before too long we’ll be World Champs,

Shining bright like electric lamps.

Bamford scoring all those goals,

Shutting the mouths of Keane and Scholes.

 

Bielsa’s Boys go bombing on.

Hear it, hear it,

Hear our song.

 

Paul Butters

 

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Written by
paul-butters
English
Published
Jan 1, 2021
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On Leeds United - the team where I was brought up.

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