Basement Mutts and Villa Spares

[Verse 1] Two months ago you hit the basement floor, Locked in the dark, still begging for more. Gomes was the tackle, your only factor, Ditching your trash for a Villa chapter. Buenos en tackle, mejores en fleeing, Look at the state of the mugs we're seeing. Sold to the rivals, the Villa next door, Championship trash is all you are for. [Chorus] Forty-five million for your golden boy, Just a Villa spare part, a local toy. Thirty-seven less than they spent on Johan, The basement is calling for the Wolves clan. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] He ditched your circus the second it sank, Laughing at you on his way to the bank. Renting a bed in the Villa spare room, Leaving you lot in your Saturday gloom. Buenos en sliding, mejores en crying, Watch as your history's silently dying. Forty mil' flat for your only light, Just a few ghosts in the Saturday night. [Chorus] Forty-five million for your golden boy, Just a Villa spare part, a local toy. Thirty-seven less than they spent on Johan, The basement is calling for the Wolves clan. [Outro] Enjoy the cold rain on a Tuesday night, The Molineux Mutts have lost every fight.