If Leeds come up, Leeds can be kept in the song.

Panic on the streets of Charlton
Panic on the streets of Nottingham
I wonder to myself
Will we ever be Prem again?
The Hull side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Turf Moor
But Huckerby, is here no more
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Swansea
Preston, Burnley, Barnsley
I wonder to myself

Burn down the left wing
Shola Ameobi
Because the football that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Shola Ameobi
Because the football that they constantly play

On the Hull side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
AMEOBI, AMEOBI, AMEOBI
AMEOBI, AMEOBI, AMEOBI
AMEOBI, AMEOBI, AMEOBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AMEOBI, AMEOBI, AMEOBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AMEOBI, AMEOBI, AMEOBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AMEOBI, AMEOBI, AMEOBI
AM-E-OBI, AM-E-OBI
AM-E-OBI

Posted By: sheffieldcanary, May 8, 10:01:39