What’s going on?
What’s going on? I don’t understand
Everything’s suddenly going to plan
We’re winning away, unbeaten at home
Seven points clear of the play-off zone
What is this feeling? I’m not sure I like it
I’m not used to being so excited
It can’t be true, it must be a trap
Someone up there is having a laugh!
What does it mean? The table doesn’t lie
Can Forest really be flying so high?
Is it true we’re in with a shout?
Has Billy the nous? The players the clout?
Is this it? Is this our year?
The end of suffering, the end of tears
We’ve waited so long, but now it’s here
Why am I filled with doubt and fear?
When will it end? I hope it comes soon
So we can go back to the doom and the gloom
It doesn’t feel right to be crossing the Trent
With a post-match smile instead of laments
Is it safe? Can we have faith
That for once the Reds won’t throw it away?
Or is it just another false dawn
Like so many seasons before