Who’s on the Maresca Express

Looking at the world through the sleep dust in your eyes
Travelling the train through dour East Midlands skies
Dooks, and foxes, and nine o’clock hosses call
Animal carpet wall-to-wall
Highfields ladies five-foot tall with sparkling lockets
Sweeping fivers from the insides of my pockets.

Had to get him in to see what we could find
Hope the days that lie ahead
Bring us back to where they've led
Listen not to what Talk Shyte will say to you
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Maresca Express
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Maresca Express
He’s taking us to Portman Road,
And the faackin’ Freako, or whatever it’s called.
All aboard the train,
All aboard the train
 
Looking at the world through the sleep dust in your eyes
Travelling the train through dour East Midlands skies
Dooks, and foxes, and nine o’clock hosses call
Animal carpet wall-to-wall
Highfields ladies five-foot tall with sparkling lockets
Sweeping fivers from the insides of my pockets.

Had to get him in to see what we could find
Hope the days that lie ahead
Bring us back to where they've led
Listen not to what Talk Shyte will say to you
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Maresca Express
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Maresca Express
He’s taking us to Portman Road,
And the faackin’ Freako, or whatever it’s called.
All aboard the train,
All aboard the train
That a very impressive (and amazingly quick) rewrite of a classic
 
For the first time in 3 weeks since those Sunday results gave us the inevitable ending, I’ve breathed properly again football wise. Some of the names put around especially Gerrard and Parker were the train equivalent of Thomas the Tank. But I now feel we’re nearer the Bullet train than Thomas. We just need to get rid of Fat Controller Rudkin and things might start to get back on track soon.
 
And his name scans OK for the "He came from Italy..." song, which is a v welcome alternative to the usual dirge of "so-and-so's blue and white army..."
 
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