It's always the crappy Premier League song, complete tosh, they all shake hands to it them try desperatley hard to get each other sent off for the next 90 mins as they roll around on the floor after every single challenge.
Ditch the Robin song for now & come out to something that will get the crowd going & be up for it right from the start......something like errr 'Put your hands up for Detroit' LOL
Sod before the game why not send everyone out with a song in their hearts after 90 minutes.
From the Stage show of the proucers, I give you the "Goodbye Song"...
Dah Dah da da da da....
...." Thanks for coming to see our show,
Sad to tell you it's time to go,
Grab your hat and head for the door,
In case you hadn't noticed there ain't any more.
If you you liked our show tell everyone but,
If you think we stink keep your big mouth shut,
We got to go so it's time to shout,
Adios, Au revoir, Wiedersehen, Ta Ta Ta,
Goodbye, get lost, GET OUT!"
Thats it
Turn the page on the day, walk away
cause theyre sensing what I say
Im 45th generation roman
But I dont know em
Or care when Im spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen its fitting
Im miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on tv, then well see
Youre cant do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but Im waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The wars over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos its a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and its all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like jimi hendrix
In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us
Cos in this place youll see me
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
Ill show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists.
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Ditch the Robin song for now & come out to something that will get the crowd going & be up for it right from the start......something like errr 'Put your hands up for Detroit' LOL
Down Down, deeper down?
What did everyone make of that music played at Reading before the game ? The one where they gave it their best QPR
'Youuuuuu R's'
What was that music anyway ?
From the Stage show of the proucers, I give you the "Goodbye Song"...
Dah Dah da da da da....
...." Thanks for coming to see our show,
Sad to tell you it's time to go,
Grab your hat and head for the door,
In case you hadn't noticed there ain't any more.
If you you liked our show tell everyone but,
If you think we stink keep your big mouth shut,
We got to go so it's time to shout,
Adios, Au revoir, Wiedersehen, Ta Ta Ta,
Goodbye, get lost, GET OUT!"
It might sound naff but it is an integral part of the club's history and has to stay1
What happens
when you lose every-thing,
you just start again,
you start all over again ...
Take a deep breath...
Dust yourself off
And start all over again.
Nothings impossible, I have found
For when my chin is on the ground.
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off
And start all over again.
Dont lose your confidence
If you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off
And start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired
Until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But youll be a man, my son.
Totally agree Len!!!
What spoils it is that poxy Premier League anthem thing. Kills any momentum from when they run out.
Thats it
Turn the page on the day, walk away
cause theyre sensing what I say
Im 45th generation roman
But I dont know em
Or care when Im spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen its fitting
Im miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on tv, then well see
Youre cant do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but Im waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The wars over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos its a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and its all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like jimi hendrix
In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us
Cos in this place youll see me
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
Ill show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists.
It takes a lot to make me chuckle at this time of the morning but you just did AFKA