The club's been lost far up shit creek,
So long with paddles none,
It seemed like for a Wanderer,
Perhaps our time had gone,
Keith Hill tried his best it's true,
But fans had come to feel,
The football wasn't up to scratch,
His comments too surreal,
Now once more a new dawn has come,
A new man at the helm,
With order to bring back the gloss,
Of the Whites Northern realm,
On him it seems our hopes depend,
Of a team strong and stable,
Will he succeed the question then,
Is Ian Evatt Able?