It’s close to midnight. A something evil’s lurking in the dark.
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it.
You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes. You’re paralysed.
Cause this is Gregorrrrz, Raziak.
And no-one’s gonna save you from the useless pile of cack.
You know it’s Gregorrrrz, Raziak.
He’s coming back to haunt you, he’s a useless, feckless, tosssssseeerrrrr. It’s Raziak.
You hear the post groan, and realise he’s spooned another shot.
You hear the crowd moan, and wonder why we ever signed this clot.
You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination.
But all the while, you regret those foolish words you ever spoke, this is no fooking joke.
Cause this is Gregorrrrz, Raziak.
And no-one’s gonna save you from the useless pile of cack.
You know it’s Gregorrrrz, Raziak.
He’s coming back to haunt you, he’s a useless, feckless, tosssssseeerrrrr. It’s Raziak.
Darkness falls across the land, Raziak couldn’t trap a bag of sand.
This international striker crawls in search of blood, to prove to all he’s not a dud .
And who-so-ever shall be found, kicking balls straight out the ground.
Must stand and face the hounds of hell, and rot away at the likes of Motherwell.
The foulest stench is in the air, this Polish stump just couldn’t care.
And grizzly fans from every seat, are up in arms at getting beat.
And though you fight to stay awake, your eyes shut and go all a quiver
For no mere Wanderer can stay awake, through another 0-0 thriller…