It’s farce and there’s nothing like it

So stupid, ‘gainst the grain

Don’t publicise – don’t mic it – 

They’ll say you’ve gone insane

Consider, smugly, the evidence:

What’s hoped’s beyond the odds!

Sometimes a couple lost their sense – 

A silly pair of sods!

But in this dim grey Sunday noon

The sun comes blasting through

Faith scoffs at odds, they move, and soon

We’re favourites, us two! 

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