The disgraced John Delaney

They always cheat, they always lie,

f**k Delaney and the FAI,

He denied everything that was ever said,

As he started his career delivering bread,

Whether it rained or whether it’s sunny,

An absolute genius at hiding the money,

He’d buy us all pints in Poland or France,

Most didn’t know about his merry dance,

As the night fell and you could hear crickets,

This absolute scumbag was haemorrhaging tickets,

Robbing us blind whilst acting the hero,

Parading around whilst the accounts went to zero,

Blaming others on his stupid mistakes,

Calling the likes of Sepp Blatter all fakes,

Us lads in YBIG start asking him why?

As he walked out in his suit with his little green tie,

A scumbag, a Vermon, a poisonous ****,

Draining the finances month by month,

It’s finally over but no time to recover,

Irish football will continue to suffer,

Let’s just hope it’s brighter ahead,

I’m not gonna lie, he’s better off dead,

So here’s to good times under our new man Kenny,

And to slowly regather all the lost pennies,

As the book says it was football Champagne,

If it was fiction it would still be insane,

On to Slovakia without this **** involved,

Let’s just all hope the problem is solved,

They always cheat and they always lie,

f**k Delaney and the FAI.