On Sunday, the Dons play the Tims
Of late, we've had not many wins
But we'll turn it around
At oor ain fitba ground
And our faces will all show big grins
OK, well, since we're makin' preparations aheid o' the game, here's one fae Mystic Meg.
Big dive by a player of Timothy,
Despite nae a Don in proximity
The chuffed referee
cries "Yass! Penalty!"
Never doubt the inevitability
On Sunday, the Dons play the Tims
Of late, we've had not many wins
But we'll turn it around
At oor ain fitba ground
And our faces will all show big grins
noo it’s Zalgiris or Hacken
Plans for a jaunt we’ll be makin’
Some nips and some beer
We’ll sing and we’ll cheer
And send whichever one packin’
It looks like we're heading to Sweden
A miracle's what Vilnius are needin'
Fire up the St Clair
We're heading back there
For plenty of drinkin' and feedin'
Here come the fans of the Pope
With allergic reactions to soap
A boss with a smile
In the Hollywood style
And sisters that they love to grope
Beaten again by the Tims
Two games played, and yet zero wins
But I still have faith
It won't end in disgrace
Unlike the reign of Goodwin
On Friday we're off to Forthbank
To get our first win in the bank
I'll be so excited
If the Dons dinna sh*te it
I may even have a nice cup of tea after the game
If the Dons finally win the cup
I’ll bleat like a Randy old tup
I’ll sing and I’ll cheer
But I’ll nae drink any beer
A richt fine dram I will sup
Robson is under pressure from now
My claws are sharpened so MEOW
He was definitely the wrong choice
But I certainly won’t rejoice
I wanted him to do well before I started a row