So farewell to Livingston’s placcy
And distributor of waccy baccy
Just as he did his time
For his drug dealing crime
Let’s hope they’ll no soon be backy…
Last home game tonight for the Dons
In a season that yielded some yawns
Can we hit them for seven
In the last home match for Leven
Or will the Dons fans be leaving with groans?
So farewell to Livingston’s placcy
And distributor of waccy baccy
Just as he did his time
For his drug dealing crime
Let’s hope they’ll no soon be backy…
Ah'm hopin the Fairmers can win,
Whilst at Ross we're bangin them in.
Tho' Ah dinna like Levein,
love for County Ah've neen
Hope we show them their wye tae the bin.
Fit happened tae thon gypit loon?
Trolled oor posts sayin' we'd be gan doon?
Since oor Premiership safety,
He's fkd off richt hasty.
Has he swapped Soonerlan for The Toon?
The problem with limerick meter
In nae kenning its Paul fae its Peter
If it was “lim-ER-ick
It would scan fine with “Derek”
(McKay, 1970 Tim-beater)
“ICT” an entity plastic
With diet huns and history elastic
Find themselves a farce
Booted out on their arse
And Scotland finds it fantastic
Another fitba season's ower
And we're nae even in the top four
Stuck in bottom half
It isnae a laugh
And we're going to take it no more
Now that it’s over thank feck
Let’s have a reality check
With Jimmy the Swede
Applying his heid
To the state of our footballing wreck
So Jimmy has finally made it
And memories of Warnock have faded
League Cup games come soon
12 points please, ma loon
Let's hope we're nae left feeling jaded
Day 1 of our Swedish adventures
Sees fans snapping up their debentures
Start well is their wish
So pants are nae pished
Or Dave will be needin’ new dentures