The games have ended at the Well Instead of football its Meadow Hell Nothing better to do, thats the reason Except to eagerly await next season For another year its promotion 'missed' No reason to celebrate or get pissed I suppose we can contemplate more and more Why Simon Davey was'nt shown the door We can argue and call one another, but just a thought We can listen to music with Uncle Mort There will also be time without much hurry To contemplate the best place to get a curry Talk of rediculous transfer roumours will be rife You will be able to come on here and call your wife There will many tips and opinions, have no fear Which pub locally sells the best beer Then before you know there will come the day The fixtures are out and you'l know who we play Those who had vowed to go to Oakwell no more' Mark my words, will be first through the door. It will all be be back to worry and feeling mad You will be wandering how we played so bad Why our strikers and back four showed no clout And before very long it will be 'Davey Out'