Musa Okwonga - Sir Alex Ferguson – half man, half momentum lyrics

Half man, half momentum: Fergie keeps it moving - Builds plenty of teams, and each season, renews them - Any errant stars in his path? He removes these; Beckham, Ince, Keane, Ruud (and maybe Rooney:) This Glaswegian Caesar slays his own generals Except Giggs and Scholes, Who've the globe's biggest medal hauls: He's given Liverpool a shove from their pedestal And we thought he was finished; that's the greatest trick this devil pulled - He was never heaven-sent, he was Govan-sent: His reign has tripled that of Thatcher in government: He's the proud bearer of knighthood and grudges With the power to stretch added time as long as he covets… “Will he retire?” - (-This enquiry is rhetorical.) If your play is diabolical He's drying out your follicles: So many trophies. And this has been his secret: To sit tight when all other bums are squeaking. King of soundbites, High priest of the presser, It seems he'll pace the touchline forever; When the stars fade and our world comes to ruin - There will still be Fergie And the gum he is chewing.