Quarter-Billion for Seventeenth Place

[Verse 1] Two-fifty mill for a seventeenth finish, Watch your Geordie pride start to diminish. You Magpie Morons are acting so spiteful, Your relegation is looking delightful. Experts at spending, masters of failing, Your oil-slicked club is currently flailing. [Chorus] One hundred mill for a ghost in the park, Tonali’s missing, he’s lost in the dark. The Azzurri failed to reach the big Cup, And the Richest Club is just messing it up. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] No Tuesday glory, no Euro fixtures, Just shameful stories and failure mixtures. Experts at signing, masters of sliding, In the bottom half, you’re constantly hiding. Two-fifty mill just to dodge a Millwall, The priciest cowards, you're dreading the fall. [Chorus] One hundred mill for a ghost in the park, Tonali’s missing, he’s lost in the dark. The Azzurri failed to reach the big Cup, And the Richest Club is just messing it up. [Outro] Two-fifty mill for a seventeenth ranking, A Northern disaster, a total spanking.