DICK CAVE & THE BAD CHEESE feat. ALAN BAWL (NO RELATION)

the ballad of franny lee

Going down, going down, little Franny Lee,
Down to division three,
We've only one lad who isn't half bad,
And that's little George Kinkladhze.

And at first the crowd roared, but now they're just bored,
they go la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-lee, this is the ballad of Franny Lee.

I can't go down, I won't go down,
I've spent twelve million quid on City,
of the money I've made in the bog paper trade,
Well bloody hell don't blame me.

And at first the crowd roared, but now they're just bored,
they go la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-lee, bring me the head of Franny Lee.

Call yourself a manager, you little tosspot.
Your voice hasn't broken, your balls haven't dropped.
You won the World Cup in your stupid white boots,
Now you turn up for work in flat caps and shell suits.
Now here's a home truth you pudding basin haired twonk,
Deeply ironic in't it,
From that profitable caper wholesaling bog paper
You've landed us deep in the shit.

And at first the crowd roared, but now they're just bored,
they go la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-lee, the king of the Kippax is Franny Lee.
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-lee, the king of the shit house is Franny Lee.