I found out today why this song was named as it was. And like the subject of the song, I feel like I am being beaten up by a couple, well more than a couple, of useless, insane people with no grip on reality.
I'm sitting there watching Newcastle v West Ham, and Owen barely gets in the penalty area. He's unfit you morons. Sort him out.
Drogba. I paid a lot of money for 15 goals. Stop crying over Jose and get yourself fit.
Neville, you lazy socialist millionaire, not singing the national advert, Citizen Millionaire Smith layabout. Get yourself fit.
And you Duff. Fit. Now.
And you Given. Fit. Get picked. Now.
Bianchi. How much. Get picked.
You can f*ck off Benjani. Now I've got Knau he'll either get unfit or be dropped. No doubt for Benjani.
McSheffrey. Do one. When I think of an apt replacement, I will.
Stubbs. Jesus. Did you wait for me to pick you before you pulled the ladder up.
Put the bloody lot of them on benzadrine - uh-huh.
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