Or
Maybe he’ll promise there’ll be no defeats
But only for a week and no repeat
And maybe he’ll up and leave and let us fall,
And a taste of winning’s worse that none at all.
Oh Stevie (I know I know, but that’s how the song goes)
In that case we don't want nobody
We believe will only break our hearts
Oh, but if you feel like gettin’ us
To play like poetry in motion,
We second that emotion.
And if you feel like makin’ us
Nailed on for promotion
We second that emotion.
(With apologies to Smokey Robinson and the Miracles)