Rode our luck
But that tune is stuck
In my head
Long after I've gone to bed
Leeds are going up an na naaa
We've come so far
This squad has been stretched
Some team selections perplexed
Yet job done
Game won
Showed no fear
This could be our year
Fortress Elland Road once more
The mighty roar
Of an expectant crowd
Every player did us proud
Pontus is a cult favourite
On the bench chomping at the bit
Cooper not so lauded
Yet he too should be applauded
Garry sticks to his guns
Love the guy tonnes
A manager in which we trust
A long term contract is a must
Chris Woods has battered down the door
Of doubts and derision saying he's poor
Doukara involved for the penalty
Clear to see
Every single man
Is a fan
Of what we are trying to do
On and off pitch they bleed white yellow and blue
Refreshing to see
Positivity
Still a few speed bumps to hit
But the crowd will do their bit
Keep marching on together
The promotion train's hell for leather
Hurtling down the track
Passion we don't lack
Keep the faith all
What a night of football
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