To the tune of Paperback Writer:
Berbatov Doubter, Doubter, Doubter.... (Doubter, Doubter, Doubter....)
Dear Caftards, how can I have been so blind?
I was underwhelmed when Dimitar signed.
I thought he was lazy, slow and overpriced,
God I’m such a twat, 'cos I used to be a Berbatov Doubter...
Berbatov Doubter!
What a fool, what a niggardly* vulgarian
To have dared impugn our Bulgarian!
His eye is incredible, his touch sublime,
So from here on in, I don't wanna be a Berbatov Doubter...
Berbatov Doubter!
He was born in a caravan in Blagovgrad,
Took his first sweet breath, then he had a fag.
He learnt all his English from The Godfather,
Eh, capiche, my friend? - I shall never be a Berbatov Doubter...
Berbatov Doubter!
Now my cock is out, it’s spraying semen
‘Cos he’s beautiful, sly eyes like demon.
You can call me twisted, you can call me gay,
Call me what you like, just don’t tell me I’m a Berbatov Doubter...
Berbatov Doubter!
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