Ground control has almost gone
Ground control has almost gone
Take your bitter pill and pull your green shirt on (Ten)
Dear Old Willows (Nine)
Almost Gone (Eight)
Commencing meltdown (Five)
At Barton (Four), (Three, Two),
Check transition (One)
Was it really true? (Blast off)

Ground Control has almost gone,
You've really made the 'SALE'
And the papers want to know whose shirts THEY wear
Now it's time to grieve the place we were.

We have REALLY lost control, Willows Road is no more
And we're left floating in a most peculiar way
And our stars perform very differently today.
Here I am sitting far above the West Stand
Rows of seats are BLUE and there was nothing I could do.

Though we've seen a thousand games, we're standing very still.
Our Board have no idea where to go.
Tell the Willow, I loved her very much.................She knows!

Ground Control has finally gone, Our Team is dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me? FINALLY GONE!
Can you hear me?.........................FINALLY GONE!
Can you hear me?..................................................FINALLY GONE!

Here I am sitting in this TIN CAN, looking at the West Stand
All the stand now BLUE,
THERE WAS NOTHING WE COULD DO.

Brilliant, you should on the stage

the next one out of Barton