Thursday, November 8, 2007

It Ain’t You Brian

(once again, apologies to Bob Dylan. Feel free to use any of my stuff, Bob)
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Go lightly from the ledge, Brian,
Jump at your own chosen speed.
No time to fudge and hedge, Brian,
You’re not the one they need.
They say they’re looking for a man
To play a blinding game,
Someone who’ll do whate’er he can
To bring this county fame,
Someone to qualify and more,
But it ain’t you, Brian,
No, no, no,
It ain’t you, Brian,
It ain’t you they’re looking for, Brian.

The World Cup dream is gone, Brian,
You’ve left us as fourth seeds.
The new sun has not shone, Brian,
In thought or words or deeds.
They say they’re looking for a man
To mould a brand new team
Someone who’ll do whate’er he can
To bring us home the dream.
Someone who’ll make us regularly score,
But it ain’t you, Brian,
No, no, no,
It ain’t you, Brian,
It ain’t you they’re looking for, Brian.

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