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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