A Song For Vincent

Vincent Tan Coch - a brilliant but deeply flawed man currently threatening to cut off his right hand man. With apologies to Don McLean.

Vincent

City fans are right

If you ask them they'll all say

When we play on Saturday

The red you sold us Vincent just won't do

The view from Leckwith Hill

The land of leek and daffodil

Is clad in colours that we will

As bluebirds never come to understand

So then Vincent Tan, I worry what you say to me

I'm questioning your sanity

We're the Bluebirds don't you see

We won't listen, we do not know how

And we're not listening now

For we cannot love you

You stole away the blue

And there's no hope left in sight

Cos you've stolen our birthright

Like oligarchs and megalomaniacs do

We could have told you Vincent

This club was never meant for one as looney toon as you

City stars in fright

Wondering will Malky stay

Or will Tan send him on his way

Replaced by someone far less qualified?

A friend of Jimmy Choo?

A designer of ladies shoes?

Or a kid who has been painting under stands?

Now Tan understand, what you try to say to me

Has no credibility

It's time to set you free

We will not listen, we're not listening still

You know we never will.