The Rangers now are in demise
Cos all their truths are based on lies
They've cooked the books and duped their fans
What price loyalty?
Do working men deserve this fayre
Served up from the fox's lair
Denial showed they did not care
Their pockets fully lined.
They ask them now, dig deeper still
You'll get receipts, pay at the till
That's a first when paying a bill
The taxman cometh soon.
Where is Whyte and where's the news
All we hear are gossips' views
Fat Sally's even off the booze
To repay loyal Huns.
Once so rich but had no plan
Wreckless spending by one man
Murray sold you out then ran
There is no place to hide.
Whyte and Murray what a team
They tucked you up, now live their dream
But with our jelly and ice cream
We'll raise a glass to you.
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