The Twenty-Thirty-Three Mortgage

[Verse 1] One-one-seven mil for a bench-warming waste, Paying record fees just for failure’s taste. Championship sub for a King’s ransom fee? Biggest flop that your billionaire could see. Elite at spending, BETTER at finishing tenth, Draining Todd’s pockets to a desperate length. [Chorus] Eight years of Rogers, a mortgage on a wing, No European nights, just the misery you bring. Blue Card Collectors with a bill you can’t pay, London’s biggest joke, throwing seasons away. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Twenty-one goals? That’s five million a bottle, Signing long deals with no foot on the throttle. Villa took a hundred while you swallowed the hype, Trading Pokémon cards of the overpriced type. Great at buying, BETTER at ruining careers, Even Arsenal’s bottlers are mocking your years. [Chorus] Eight years of Rogers, a mortgage on a wing, No European nights, just the misery you bring. Blue Card Collectors with a bill you can’t pay, London’s biggest joke, throwing seasons away. [Outro] Enjoy your mortgage till twenty-thirty-three, The gold-standard failure in sports history.