To the tune of Let it Snow:
So the results so far have been frightful,
But John Henry’s wife is so delightful,
And since we have no hope to show,
Time to go, time to go, time to go.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And he bought some Konch just for flopping,
The clubs been dragged way down low,
Time to go, time to go, time to go.
When we finally score a goal,
How we hate 8 men in a row,
But if we hold on & keep it tight,
All the way home We’ll be warm
The club is slowly dying,
While you still won’t say good-byeing,
But as long as you rub your face so,
Time to go, time to go, time to go