The Ten Year Takedown

[Verse 1] You’re "Giants" in brochures, but "Masters of Bottle," Ten-year-old menaces cut off your throttle. Born in twenty-sixteen, they’re harder and faster, Famous Hibernian? Total disaster. [Chorus] Two-nil to the youngsters, the Hibees are done, Beaten by a team that has only just begun. Zero goals against bakers, you’re lost in the fog, The laughing stock legends, the scum of the log. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Their village is tiny, it fits in there twice, Semi-finalist history didn't suffice. iPhone six is older than badge on your chest, You Easter Road tourists have failed every test. [Chorus] Two-nil to the youngsters, the Hibees are done, Beaten by a team that has only just begun. Zero goals against bakers, you’re lost in the fog, The laughing stock legends, the scum of the log. [Outro] No goals and no glory, a ten-year-old’s joke, The "Pride of the City" is nothing but smoke.