The Dons' Football Monitoring Board,
A humungous own goal they have scored.
Instead of a sacking,
our boss they are backing,
when he should have been put to the sword.
Dave Cormack, an adopted American,
Seems tae mak sh!t decisions when e'er he can
By sparin' Jim Goodwin,
tae the fans put the boot in.
For integrity, file alongside Tommy Sheridan.
Wi a solitary one win in ten,
Vs St. Mirren the Dons 'go again'
Fans got what they wanted,
Jim Goodwin's been punted.
But we still canna f**kin' defend.
Can I hae a shottie o yer crystal ball neeps for this week’s lotry?!
But only if yer prediction huds watter, ken?
Mr MacDonald meet Mr Pollock
Nae time fur mare, noo off fur a frolic
Yer baith centre backs
And that’s the key facts
Nae goals or we’ll all drop a *******
A horrible nutcase ca'd Lennon,
Had choppers the colour o' Lemon.
Wi Dave's dental floss
As a perk for the boss,
A deal wi' the Dons he'll be pennin
Oor interim manager, Barry,
Has this notion oor future is starry
Tells the lads "rin aboot"
"Get intae them - boot! boot!"
"And ma tenure will nae be temp-rarry!"
Our chairman is on the hospital bed
Leaving our hopes of a quick new manager dead
In his place will be a lad called Alan from Motherwell
So hello Alan and welcome to hell
Now get your finger out and appoint a boss like what was said