Winning the Championship

Today's the day, it could be Hell or it could be Heaven
as I get reminded in texts from half past bloody seven
A lovely day no need for a coat
The Pars in this position does nothing for my sore throat

Rovers expected to win, Falkirk too
Our players know they have a job to do
I think some fans may need something stronger than Bacardi
The team's been read out and there's no Hardie

Morton kick off in the Greenock sun
We all know it's there to be won
In no Pars players nerves are showing
Standing in the Wee Dublin End we're all glowing

'Doogs' poacher instincts get us off to a flyer
backed the voices of the East End choir
I feel bad for anyone that missed the goal
Pars 1 nil up but you're bound to feel low

The Pars don't want to settle for one it seems
the desire is there for all to be seen
Wee Joe's ripping them a new one, he's going to look weird
now there's no need for his unbeaten beard

Morton starting to come into it, there's a wee bit of jitters
please Pars don't put this up the shitter
Your mind sometimes wanders, wouldn't it be great
if we went and signed their wee number 8 ?

Half-time and we're almost there
this is more than living on a prayer
another 45 minutes and this game is won
with the sun giving us all a good burn

David Graham picks up the ball
to score from here the order is tall
He curls it in and in the net it nestles
cue thousands of Pars fans going mental

At full-time Pars fans invade the pitch
Morton's groundsman would have found it a bitch
One of the finest pitches I've ever seen
This thing looked like a bowling green

A great day, one of our finest hours
So what on Earth could turn it sour ?
Some idiot clearly the sun had him boiled
Questioning if someone is 'Dunfermline Loyal'

My response is that I believe
that being Dunfermline Loyal you don't have to achieve
Whether it's less than 10 games or more than you can count
Being a 'real' fan ?  Of that there's no doubt

Next week's party time
We'll be drinking much wine
Falkirk might hand us a defeat
But we'll all be pished so who cares if we ger beat ?