If you go down the valley today you're sure of a great surprise for Jeremy the sugar puff bear has bought some boots and cropped his hair and now they call him Jeremy the skin'ead
If you go down the valley today you're sure of a great surprise for Jeremy the sugar puff bear has bought some boots and cropped his hair and now they call him Jeremy the skin'ead
We hate Andy Pandy And we hate Bill and Den We hate Ken Dodd and his diddy men We dont give a toss And we dont give a wank Cos we took the Arsenal North Bank
I was born under the covered end I was born under the covered end Guns were made for shooting Boots were made for kicking You come into the covered end We'll all stick the boot in.
To the tune of wandering star from paint your wagon.
If I had the wings of a sparrow If I had the arse of a crow I'd fly over Palace tommorow And shit on the buggers below.
Never got that one, a crows arse is still relatively small.
I've heard it sung as "If I had the arse of a cow, and could fly as high as a crow, I'd fly over (insert name) tomorrow, and shit on the bastards below"
In Londons fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes upon sweet Molly Malone as she wheeled her wheel barrow Through streets small and narrow She cried Clap clap clapclapclap clap clap clap clap "Charlton"
In Londons fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes upon sweet Molly Malone as she wheeled her wheel barrow Through streets small and narrow She cried Clap clap clapclapclap clap clap clap clap "Charlton"
One chant that I remember which I could never work out was Mars Bars, Beanos and Ray Tracey
That was 'our' song for some of us on the 'Valley Away' coach picking up at Eltham Church on a Saturday morning, about 1971-72.
We had a little ritual of buying The Beano and Mars bars for breakfast there, just before we hopped on the coach. And turned it into a little jingle at the away ground or on the coach home.
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Charlton F C
Have got a reputation
for smashing up the stations on the midland region.
One poor fan,
He tried to get in our away
we left him lying in a pool of blood, and laughed about all the way home.
60's I think.
(Not that we did, I hasten to add)
you find a dead cat and you think its a treat,
in your [insert club) slums
We are white
We are fkin dynamite
Chorus: La la la lah, la la lah, la lah...
We are white
We are red
We are mental in the head
Chorus: La la la lah, la la lah, la lah...
Catnip to 14 year old
Ronnie, Ronnie Moore -
He gets the ball
and does fuck all -
Ronnie, Ronnie Moore."
Terry you daft bast**d.
Saunders is the king Saunders is the king eee aye adio Saunders is the king
(oops sorry Prague that'll teach me to read the whole thread before commenting)
If I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Palace tommorow
And shit on the buggers below.
I was born under the covered end
Guns were made for shooting
Boots were made for kicking
You come into the covered end
We'll all stick the boot in.
To the tune of wandering star from paint your wagon.
much more succinct than
"We want Pardew out, we want Pardew out"
Can't recall Bonds, but then again it goes with age :-(
South London is won-der-ful
There's tits, fannies, and football
South London is won-der-ful"
maybe someone can post a link if it is digitised at all? or a scan?
I've heard it sung as "If I had the arse of a cow, and could fly as high as a crow, I'd fly over (insert name) tomorrow, and shit on the bastards below"
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes upon sweet Molly Malone
as she wheeled her wheel barrow
Through streets small and narrow
She cried
Clap clap clapclapclap clap clap clap clap "Charlton"
We had a little ritual of buying The Beano and Mars bars for breakfast there, just before we hopped on the coach.
And turned it into a little jingle at the away ground or on the coach home.