
Originally Posted by
feeb
There’s room on the bench side of Jimmy,
To leave my heart, my scarf, and my dreams.
There’s room on the bench side of Jimmy,
For the memories of my football team.
There’s room on the bench side of Jimmy,
But it will never be the same,
For the sun has stopped shining upon us
Down at Meadow Lane.
I was here long before Jimmy,
And I am here long after he’s gone,
But perhaps it’s better, that he’s not here,
than to witness this - our final swansong.
So I’ll blindfold his eyes with my black and white scarf
this is something I don’t want him to see,
that Notts County, down by the old River Trent,
are now just a old chaps, distant, memory.