The Genius who can't give a half-time team talk,
With overhyped kiddies who walk the walk
I'd love to not have to write such prose,
But you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.
A group of cowards, no commitment, no pride,
Can't soil my Armani shorts with a tackle, won't bother with a slide
It's time for Wenger's regime of ineptitude to come to a close,
But you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.
A North London derby they thought they'd won,
Why defend? Why persevere? Why bother to run?
The gormless locals began chants of Ole
And popped open the Dom Perignon, the nachos and guacamole
The Spuds taught us a lesson and gave us a good dose,
But you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.
One Arsene Wenger, no one could do his job
6 mil a year, for spouting nonsense from his gob
Profits, revenue and anything but trophies,
And overpaid French kids who strut like show-ponies.
The tactical genius who wouldn't man-mark Messi,
Then watched helplessly as his children were molested, it got messy.
The top coach who spends hours musing that Chelski are rich,
Whilst forgetting that Drogba has made us his *****.
The longer he is in charge, the more the apathy grows,
But you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.
Koscielny and Squillaci the French Chuckle brothers,
Set-pieces and long balls? Defending? Don't know why he bothers!
Denilson, the wondrous boy from Brazil,
Every smart person knows he's really from Mill Hill.
Chamakh the striker who can't use his feet,
Who looks for a pass with just the keeper to beat,
The most overrated striking Arsenal mammal,
I would happily trade him for a disembowelled camel.
Six continuous years of repetitive woes,
But you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.
With a fit RVP, we'd be Kings of the Prom,
(Perhaps first we should learn to beat West Brom).
Keepers with no vision, who can't make a save
A holding midfielder who plays as if he'd spent the previous night at a rave
Title challengers? CL? You're having a laugh!
Someone needs to teach them that football ain't just one half.
Incapable of giving sweat and blood,
It's a sad day when effort is exemplified in a Spud.
They need a slap back to reality, and a hit with a freezing hose.
But you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.
Without Arsene there would be no club, no moon and no sky.
No Clichy to make me want to poke out my eye,
He pioneered the beautiful game, before him there was no art
Picasso was a pauper, now Alex Thong, he looks the part!
If he left, there would be no more light,
As you saw in the derby, there would no longer be any fight.
The next Haribo hero who states 'We will learn from this'
Should be made to drink a pint of Diaby's p**s.
Of all the insults and insufferable slurs,
Is that of a 'top-class manager' who manages back to back league defeats to Spurs.
To bring all of this nonsense to an untimely close:
Without Wenger there'd be no club, and wed been losing to the Spuds
So you know, that I know, that Arsene Knows.