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When your day is long And the night The night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough Of this league Well hang on Don't let yourself go 'Cause everybody cries And everybody: Hurst Sometimes.
You were working as a manager at Shrewsbury Town When I met you You picked us out, you shook us up And turned us around Turned us into someone new Now months later on you've got the ball at our feet Passing is so easy for you And now you could put us into the Premier League (And also beat Norwich too).
Don't. Don't you want hoof? You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't play hoof Don't. Don't you want hoof? You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need hoof
It's much too late to find When you think you've changed your mind Please don't change it back to play like Mick McCarthy.
Don't you want hoof, Hursty? Don't you want hoof? Oh! Don't you want hoof, Hursty? Don't you want hoof? Oh!