by
Fraser Campbell (near him, at least)
Coventry never inspired me
Then I went to Barnsley
To get drunk nine times a week
Oh! and something about a degree!
Growing up here I thought it was crap
But I appreciated it
When I came back
Locked inside my Northern cell
Don’t know heaven ‘til you’ve been to hell
The language there was quite deranged
‘Ey oop mi’ luv’ or something strange
English sounds - a harsh illusion
Head was spinning with confusion
Straining for a clear recital
And preying for
the odd subtitle
A kebab or two
And a rounded poo
And proudly wearing my sky blue
A drink, more drink, then start of barf
And having nothing with which
To wipe my arse
Soon enough the tides - they shifted
Friendships forged - the cage was lifted
Brightened by these Northern souls
And we even bought some toilet roll
Does it matter where you’re born
When it’s the same world wherever you’re from
Returning home - can be- good news
Football, clean clothes,
Get some free food
Coventry may not seem that great
But you
Don’t know what’s there until it’s taken away
So me and my home town
Are now joined at the hip
It’s not that it’s that great
Just that Barnsley’s shit
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