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Magic Sponge United Anthem There's naught in life that's more tragic Than a Saturday without the Magic Sponge, and that is why I sit down and cry Whenever they don't play But I'm smiling again on match day The manager's an onion bag And for him we raise the flag Of Vic-to-ry! Willowdale's a cunt and Average is just that We're putting the boot right up their twat Because we're United Magic Sponge United! O, give me Give me the Sponge O, give me Give me the Sponge They're lions on the pitch And tigers in the sack Shagging some blinding bitch And then coming back With crosses and tackles To keep opponents in shackles They're in their prime As the match goes into stoppage time Our strikers are clever foxes Making pretty dives in boxes Have you seen our defenders? They're at home watching Eastenders And who's minding the goal? Sack 'im and put 'im on the dole! The ball is never in our half The ball is never in our half O, give me Give me the Sponge O, give me Give me the glorious Sponge |