Bryan Robson
Why don't you come to your senses
You've had crappy defences
For so long now
You're in the drop zone
Three months into the season
The team that's been pleasing you
Has hurt you somehow

Don't you sign another striker now
He'll shaft you if he's able
You know a centre-back is always your best bet
Now some decent players might get you
To the top half of the table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Bryan Robson
Oh, they ain't getting no younger
Your team's lack of hunger
Is holding you back
And rumours, oh rumours
Well, they're just some people talking
'bout whether you're walking
Or getting the sack

Don't you get fed up in the wintertime
Everyone's got goals past your damn back line
It's hard to make them play well on the day
You're going to Division One
And by then your stars will all have gone away

Bryan Robson
You'd better come to your senses
Shore up your defences
No way can you wait
You may be scoring
But your defence is too holey
You'd better get yourself a goalie
Get yourself a goalie
You'd better get yourself a goalie
Before it's too late