Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 This season is turning out to be so miserable that Morrissey could write a song about it - suggestions please Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest maroonman Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me - one of Sir Freddie's favourites... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Or we could change the lyrics to some songs , hence ( Dagenham Dave) "Head in the clouds and a mouthful of pie, everybody hates him , i see why" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 "Your the one i hate , fatty, youre the one i really really hate" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 " I was looking for a pie and i found a pie , and heaven knows im miserable now, in my life why do i smile- at Chairmen who id much rather kick in the eye?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Pugwash Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Football club in a coma I Know I know it's serious Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 ' ', Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 I know its over Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stu Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Shepherd, Shepherd I was'nt joking when I said I'd like to Smash every tooth in your head Shepherd, Shepherd I wasn't joking when I said by rights you Should be bludgeoned in your bed Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 The kind people have a dream , Shepherd on the guillotine, because people like you, make me feel so tired when will you die? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
thedudeabides Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Panic. Bigmouth Strikes Again. I started something I couldn't finish. Etc. etc. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Incognito Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Song 1, Belgravia, You gonna be the one who saves us, Cos after all, Please get rid of Freddie and Douglas Hall. Song 2, My head is in a spin,my feet don't touch the ground, When someones near to me,I just move round and round, My knees are shaking baby,my heart it beats like a drum, It feels like,it feels like I'm Titus Bramble Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 1nol Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 'I would rather not go Back to St James....' Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Incognito Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 There should be a song called,"Take the bus............fuck the Carr" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Reel around the Milburn Suffer little Geordies and Freds fave - I dont owe you anything Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
chicago_shearer Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 I was happy in the haze of a Sicilian hour + 30 minutes But heaven knows I'm miserable now. Panic on the streets of Tyneside Burn down Shepherds mansion Hang the fat arse chairman Because the football that we constantly play IT IS TOTAL FUCKING SHITE Hang the chairman, hang the chairman, hang the chairman...(etc) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest uSaMBer Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Reel around the Milburn Suffer little Geordies and Freds fave - I dont owe you anything i wanted a new manager, i got a new manager,heven knows i am miserable now Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Glenda , Glenda it was really nothing Glenda, Glenda it was really nothing How can you stay with a fat **** who'll say Would you like to take the job And if you like you can take the blame I dont care about anything except myself Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Pugwash Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Glenda , Glenda it was really nothing Glenda, Glenda it was really nothing How can you stay with a fat **** who'll say Would you like to take the job And if you like you can take the blame I dont care about anything except myself But that joke isn't funny anymore It's too close to home And it's too near the bone It's too close to home And it's too near the bone More than you'll ever know ... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Hibbits left foot Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Frankly Mr Shepherd , this position youve held It pays your way but it corrodes this club I want to leave you will not miss me Youre fat arse will be stuck inside Greggsies Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 1nol Posted November 5, 2006 Share Posted November 5, 2006 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
midds Posted November 6, 2006 Share Posted November 6, 2006 I was happy in the haze of a Robson hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest bluegeordie Posted November 6, 2006 Share Posted November 6, 2006 The Players Losing in front of your home crowd Who wish the ground Would open up and take you down And will time (and the players) never pass ? Will time (and the players) never pass for us ? Your weary fans are walking away Your manager, it's true Somehow he thinks the world of you And we have to close our eyes Oh ... Losing in front of your home town The crowd boo your name You love yourself all the same The shite, its smell, and the spray (wide) We fear you'll never take them all away Will they stay till our (relegation) graves ? Your weary fans are walking away Your manager, it's true Somehow he thinks the world of you And we have to close our eyes Oh ... [drink and Prozac break] Losing in your home town Hell is the shite That will always play again They will return every match-day Well, because of all the things That Roeder "sees" With his eyes closed Your weary fans - walking away Your manager, it's true Somehow he still thinks the world of you And we have to dry our eyes Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dave Posted November 6, 2006 Share Posted November 6, 2006 #Sack the DJ# Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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