By the time you read this I will be dead.
lost two-nil to Millwall
I'm being promoted to
that big old division in the sky,
where everyone sports Lee Trundle
and I hold an eternal season pass.
Don't blame yourself Mum
for you were not to know.
Don't take my posters
Don't sell my stuff.
By the time I write this you should be dead.
Overcome with grief at the thought of
burying a son
Swansea can still be promoted Mum
Provided we win a handful of remaining fixtures
I hope they have QVC in heaven
and that window box you always dreamed of.
Don't blame me Mum
for I needed that new season pass
I hope you had insurance
or I'm selling all your stuff