The Blue Billion-Pound Flex

[Verse 1] Oi, Stretford tourists, check on the tally, Budget is leaking in Manchester alleys. One-one-six million for Forest sub’s static, Scouting is tragic, play is erratic. Eighty-one profit, two-year flip-frenzy, Broke and bitter, look at your envy. Pro at nostalgia, ELITE at the blunder, Great at the tantrums, BEST going under. [Chorus] "Kings of Manchester"—he said it day one, The mockery's finished before it’s begun. Nine figures deep for a bench-warming lad, Making the Red side look desperate and sad. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Two-thirty percent, no medal in place, Record-price flop for a Stretford disgrace. Most expensive Brit just warming the seat, Citizens flex on your "Theatre" defeat. Zero trophies, just tax for the vanity, Red Army clowns, a threat to your sanity. Cracks at history, MASTERS of failing, Watching the Citizens gracefully sailing. [Chorus] "Kings of Manchester"—he said it day one, The mockery's finished before it’s begun. Nine figures deep for a bench-warming lad, Making the Red side look desperate and sad. [Outro] Enjoy the Europa, you mid-table mess, The Kings are in Blue while you rot in distress.