24 years Yer Club Is a Mess

Yer movin' out the city, You've got nowhere to go, Kirkby doesn't want you, So where yer gonna go? And for 24 years you've been blamin' it all on Heysel. 24 years yer club is in a mess, Yer trophy room is empty, And yer full of bitterness, And for 24 years you've been blaming it all on Heysel, Heysel, Blame it all on Heysel. To the tune of Living next door to Alice.