Shrödinger's Frank - Part Two

Christ!
He isn't dead
He must be dead!
Some bastard's gone and saved him
Like they said
It's touch-and-go
He might pull through!?

Shit!
I feel sick
Let's get a grip
But if he tells the whole bloody world
I touched his dick
Look, don't be thick, Jase
They've got nothing back on you
But what the fuck we gonna do?

Show respect
We show respect
Behave exactly how the punters would expect
Rush to his bedside and get seriously sad
Cos that's your boss, Jase
Yeah
Yeah, and?
Oh right
Like the dad I never had
I feel your loss, Jase
And I speak for all the lads

When I tell you we are gutted

This club meant everything to Frank
Means
Means, ah yeah, 'course
It's all he breathed and ate and drank
And personally I myself must truly thank him
For his faith in me

As captain of Earls Park
I'm telling you
The Sparks won't lose their spark
We'll blaze a trail of glory
While he lays there in the dark

It's what he would have wanted
(What he would have wanted)
It's what the fans deserve
(What the fans deserve)
The lads won't disappoint him
(They won't disappoint him)
Just gotta hold our nerve
(Gotta hold our nerve)

However hopeless it may seem
We'll stand together as a team
And once again we'll reign supreme
Cos, Frank, mate
We're still living your dream!



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Writer(s): Katherine Gotts
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