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NEWCASTLE AND SUNDERLAND SONGS
In the town, called Sunderland
There lived a man with a monkeeys heed
And they called him Peter Reid
He peels bananas with his feet
Peter Reid peels bananas with his feet
Bananas with his feet
Bananas with his feet
(to the tune of Yellow Submarine. Thanks to Craig- HolgateEnd)
What shall we do with a drunken Geordie?
What shall we do with a drunken Geordie?
What shall we do with a drunken geordie?
Kick his fuckin' head in
Knack, Knack, Knack the bastard
Knack, knack, knack the bastard
(to the tune of Yellow Submarine. Thanks to Craig- HolgateEnd)
Hit 'im on the head
Hit 'im on the head
Hit 'im on the head with a baseball bat
Keegan, Keegan
(to the tune of Yellow Submarine. Thanks to Craig- HolgateEnd)
They even produce anti-Mag children's clothing these days
Wor me lads, you should have seen them gannin
Shepherd and Hall where having a ball
They said in the Sunday papers
The fans are shite, they're not too bright
The lasses have ugly faces
Oh what a terrible stench there is
In the boardroom at St James'
Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it was to see the skunks lose in Marseille
Bellamy's a cunt
Bowyer is a twat
Shepherd's shagging prostitutes
In a council flat
It really is a shame
It's really just not fair
The skunks have won fuck all again
And we've got silverware!
Oh, Jingle bells etc...
Theres a circus in the town
In the town
Kevin Keegan is a clown
Is a clown
Arthur Cox has got the fucking pox
and Newcastle are going down
Going down
Thanks to Jim from Brighton
Are you Sunderland
Are you Sunderland
Are you Sunderland in disguise?
Are you Sunderland in disguise?
Ex Arsenal player, Alan Mackem, who never played for Sunderland.
In your Sunderland slums
In your Sunderland slums
You piss on the carpet and shit in the bath
You finger your granny and think its a laugh
In your Sunderland slums
When you're feeling lonely
And when you're feeling sad
Just pop into the Holgate
And you won't feel so bad
Cos when you're in the Holgate
You'll hear the mighty roar
Fuck off you Geordie bastards
And dont come back no more!
Are you watchin Newcastle
Are you watchin Newcastle
Are you watchin
Are you watchin
Are you watchin Newcastle
Some of the Toon Army. Classy.
Ark now hear
The Boro sing, the Mackems ran away
And we will fight forever more
Because of derby day
If I die on Ayresome Street
There'll be 10 Geordie bastards at my feet
Cheer up Peter Reid
Oh what can it mean?
To a, sad mackem bastard
And a, shite football teeeaam!
(repeat!)
The board's latest idea to help mis-firing striker Bellamy score.
With Ayresome Park in my heart, keep me Boro
With Ayresome Park in my heart, I pray
With Ayresome Park in my heart, keep me Boro
Keep me Boro till my dying day
NO SURRENDER, NO SURRENDER, NO SURRENDER
to the Sun-der-land SCUM!!
The Geordies went to Rome to see the Pope
The Geordies went to Rome to see the Pope
The Geordies went to Rome to see the Pope
And this is what he said
Who's that team they call the Boro
Who's that team we all adore
Cos they play in red and white
And they're fucking dynamite
And we'll support the Boro evermore
We hate Sunderland la la la la la
We hate Sunderland la la la la la la
Some more of the Toon Army. Very classy.
E-I-E-I-E-I-O Newcastle are shite you know
Robson is a wanker
Shepherd is a twat
When it comes to football
You'll win fuck all
What d'you think of that
We are the Boro
The cock of the north
We hate Newcastle
And Sunderland of course
We all drink whiskey
And Newcastle brown
Cos we are the Boro
and the Lads are in town
La la la we are the Boro...
Sir Bobby after pissing his pants again.
In your Sunderland slums
You're always looking for something to eat
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat
In your Sunderland slums
Steve McClarens red and white army
We hate Sunderland
Steve McClarens red and white army
We hate Sunderland
Peter Reid's got a fuckin monkeys head
A fuckin' monkeys head
A fuckin' monkeys head
Some slums in Sunderland. Picture taken in 1993.
M F C...P R T
Teessiders we shall be
We fuckin' hate Newcastle
we hate Sun'land too
Leeds United fuck u too!
Build a Bonfire
Build a Bonfire
Put the Geordies on the top
Put the Mackems in the middle
And we'll burn the fucking lot
Bobby Robson stinks of piss
Stinks of piss
Stinks of piss
Bobby Robson stinks of piss
Poor old Bobby
Wears a nappy On His Arse
On his arse
On his arse
Wears a nappy on his Arse
Poor old Bobby
Newcastle v Sunderland at St James' Park a few years back.
We hate geordies
Oh we hate geordies
We hate geordies
Oh we hate geordies
We hate geordies
Oh we hate geordies
We are the geordie haters
Boro, Boro.........
Monkey Heid. Now getting paid a lot of money to screw up Coventry City.
There's only one Bobby Robson
There's only one Bobby Robson
With his walking stick
And his zimmerframe
Bobby Robson's pissed himself again
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