Joxer Doesn’t Go to Stuttgart

It was in the year of 26,

In the dreary month of October,

When the days were getting shorter,

and the nights getting colder.

With kippahs and falafel,

For Stuttgart the Israelis began,

Joxer and the boys stayed put in Dublin,

Taking a defiant stand.

It was supposed to be played in Lansdowne,

but had to be moved abroad,

UEFA cited security reasons,

Oh for the love of God!

When Stuttgart was named the neutral venue,

Well Whacker thought “Oh great!”,

He hadn’t set foot in Germany,

Since the summer of 88.

Joxer had to set him straight,

Not a hope they were going there,

If Israel want to play ball,

It’s Newbridge or nowhere.

There was fans from Be’er Sheva,

Beit She’an and Beit Shemesh,

On the journey of a lifetime,

But nare talk of a sesh.

A sea of blue and white jerseys,

Not a single green in sight,

The Irish were having none of it,

Sticking up for Gaza’s plight.

What happened next is history,

Brought tears to many eyes,

A boycott against genocide,

Against the loss of countless lives.

Do you remember the Germans daughter,

On the banks of the river Rhine,

She’s arm in arm with Joxer,

Chanting Free Palestine.