To the tune of Dubliner's Wild Rover
You've driven range rovers for most of the year
And spent all our money on bitches and beer
But you'll soon be returning the keys to the door
And you never will drive a range rover no more
And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will you drive range rovers
No never no more
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We’re feckin’ skint.
We’re feckin’ skint.
Chrissy Parkes Chrissy Parkes Chrissy Parkes
Chrissy Parkes Chrissy Parkes Chrissy Parkes
To con a football team
But he had no money so he stole as much as he cooooould
Consulting feees
And propertieeeees
We're Charlton Athletic, get the fuck out of our club you parasitic piece of shit so that we can actually try to secure our future rather than funding your extortionate lifestyle
(something not quite sitting right about the beats in that last line, can't quite put my finger on it)
Is always to be found at 27, Sugar Quay
Many miles have I travelled,
Many games have I seen,
In my Range Rover, so shiny and clean
Many hours have I spent with my pants on fire
Singing 27, Sugar Quay
My only desire
You're fleecing us for rent
Southall, southall
Most will probably settle for Southall your a (insert word) on repeat.
Still working on the tune.........
They called us foul-mothed yobs
But the only notes that really count
Are the ones that come in wads
'cause we didn't give a toss
Filthy bitches, ain't nothing new
But we all get cash from the chaos
The greatest footballing swindle
The time is right to do it now
And tried to give me the boot
But they couldn't sack me, just like that
Because I'd embezzled all the loot
They said I was out of bounds
But that ain't bad for two months work
And 275,000 pounds
The greatest footballing swindle
The time is right to do it now
The greatest soccer swindle
The time is…
The greatest footballing swindle
The time is right to do it now
Are you good enough for me
Hiya boys I'm the chosen one
Can't you fucking see
And I love you with a knife
I'll take you, if you're ready for me
And I'll give you my life
The greatest footballing swindle
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll star
The time is right for me, now!
(Cant remember the last line so needs some work)
Matty Southall
Matty Southall
Likes the Rovers
Likes the Bitches
His flat is bloody expensive!!
Southalls a thief, southalls a thief
Southalls a thief...
To the tune of we're fucking rich
You're fleecing us for rent
Southall, southall
Get out of our club
get out of our clu-ub
You cheap lying arsehole
get our of our club
Charlton wear red
The air's turning blue
The serious fraud squad
Is gonna get you
There was a young agent called Mat
Who conned himself a nice flat
Flash cars on expenses
Taking leave of his senses
Then he got found out and is gonna have to fuck off back to Manchester quicksmart cos the gig's up and he's about as welcome around here as Gary Glitter in a playground, leave all the keys on your desk you worthless shyster.
That one doesn't really scan very well but brings a certain visceral authenticity...
Southall southall your a c@nt
Matt Southall you're a cheating barstard. A cheating barstard.
Repeat ad infinitum.
Fuck off out of our club.
Its now Boris Boris your a c@nt