Grandpa in the Chelsea Nursery

[Verse 1] Billion dollar nursery, you're infant-grade, Thirty-six-year-old, thirsty for the paid. Good at burning cash, better at the crash, Bus-Stop Boys sold their only flash. Project twenty-thirty’s dirty and decayed, Nanny Henderson is vastly overpaid. Brentford tourists, you’re the Bridge’s toys, Babysitting for the Plastic Chelsea Boys. [Chorus] Hendo’s on the move, the map is now complete, Traitor in the blue, with heavy, aging feet. Todd’s Daycare Center needs a bedtime story, Grandpa’s in the middle, hunting plastic glory. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Sunderland, the desert, now you’re obsolete, Brentford was a pit-stop, end in defeat. Six clubs deep, your loyalty is looking cheap, Stealing Prem wages while the toddlers sleep. Good at signing kids, better at the skids, Panic-buying relics, paying highest bids. Your teammates call you "Sir" in spite, You’re a Pensioner now—a tragic sight. [Chorus] Hendo’s on the move, the map is now complete, Traitor in the blue, with heavy, aging feet. Todd’s Daycare Center needs a bedtime story, Grandpa’s in the middle, hunting plastic glory. [Outro] Check the birth certificate on the dusty shelf, The nursery just bought a hollow ghost of self.