Boujour. Salut. Hi. Buenos Dias. Mamma mia. Cia bella. Stiri peevo. Cinqo cerveza. Droit au but. Kugelschreiber. Arrivaderci. Fucking Frogs. Schizen. Chien. Chat. Goulash.
EIEIEIO, up the football league we go, when we get to Europe (now), this is what we sing, I like beef and you like chicken the indians lads called singh!
Aye, aye pork pie...unless you're a Jew - ye can have a vegetarian alternative squire.
Neeeeeow planes at the platform we're going to the big stage, Europa league beckons like a Nordic attack when the fog-horn sounds and the smoke signals go off.
We are fucking mint and if you don' like it, I suggest you dip your tongue in the sugar bowl because that's the closest thing to how sweet this is. Bitch ass lego pieces.