An ode to Dave Allen Remember the days we bought the cream Waddle, Walker, Hirst, what a team! These days we can't even raise fifty quid It hardly seems worthwhile Brian making a bid That Dave Allen appears a little bit tight Sits in a room, counting money at night He argues it's for the good of us all We can't really afford another big fall It would be nice if he'd splashed some cash Then for the Premiership we'd have a dam good bash Up the leagues it's very hard to leap When we buy all our players, on the cheap There's an exiting rumour circulating these parts Made us a smile, dream, and lifted our hearts Dave says there's a big time Charlie wants in From the same part of the world as Ho Chi Min If it does happen what will the Blunts think As down the leagues, they begin to sink They may try to sell our rejects back We'll reply, your bags, you can pack The windows almost closed, we're out time Bad mistake Dave, you should have spared a dime You'd be legend, our hero, we'd have devised a song You may have even pulled the gorgeous Ting Tong