Now Delaney is a donkey the FAI has hired
Completely bloody sneaky he should be feckin’ fired
A bolt in every orifice keepin’ on his head
And an arse to let you know which end he wanted to be fed
Blatter slyly said we’ve underrated him
Why not pay him, his fortune’s set to sag
So they pressed it, caressed it, counted it, addressed it
Sent it in the mail and then the Postman dropped his bag
There was Blatter searchin’ it, kicking it, poking it
All of FIFA arriving into town
Tried hard trackin’ it but ended up not crackin’ it
They couldn’t find the money now they’re five million down
The Donkey was eyin’ them
Openly defyin’ them
Drinkin’, thinkin’ and roarin’ like a kid
Blatter bamboozlin’ him,
All the rest were schmoozin’ him
The day Delaney Donkey lost the five million quid
