Squillaci wo-oh. Squillaci, wo-oh
In such sweet rhymes our defenders sometimes go
Willy Gallas fucked off at long long last
Thinking we’d forget his cuntishnesses past
On Sa’day we looked alright at the back
But Blackpool were a pile of tangeriney cack
Who knows what further citrus gags await
Though zesty I fear they might start to grate
Squillaci is a silly-sounding name
But though funny, that line’s no real shame
He has so far plied his happy trade
In Seville, source of wondrous Marmalade
Their famous Barber I presume is known to him
He lacks a single hair ‘pon his Gallic chin
He must Pollyfilla our defensive cracks
Against Drogba make no ill-conceivéd hacks
Welcome, new Gooner Saint Sébastien
We beg no tantrums against Birmingham
Try a bit and you’ll try more than him before
And Harry Redknapp’s mother is a whore.
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