Bob Dylan's ode to the insipid travelling support that follow Dundee United.
"Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man - Have a moan to me
I'm an armchair fan, there is no place
I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man - have a moan to me
For on match days I will not be following you
Take me for a trip with your travelling support
Of bodies you're well short
Even with free transport
Your loyalty can't even be bought
The mighty Dee support is always dwarfing you
I'm not ready to go anywhere
Wouldn't be seen there dead
I'd rather stay in bed
Wouldn't watch them from the Shed
You must be off your head
I'm not ready to go anywhere
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man - have a moan to me
I'm still laughing at the places you're going to.
Take me disappearing into the George Fox
Deader than a coffin box
You could wait a lifetime for something to happen
You just sit there and applaud politely, terrified to shout
Too much noise and you'll be out
Lucky if you hear the sound of one hand clappin'.
I know Eddie Thompson's empire has returned unto sand
At Mini Eddie's hand
Didn't go the way he planned
From Dundee he'll be banned
By the critics he's been panned
The money's been well tanned
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man - Have a moan to me
In the coming season I'll not be following you ".
