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"Bicycle races"

 

My Bramble. My Bramble. My Bramble.

I want you in the side, Bramble. Side, Bramble. Side Bramble.

I want you in the side Bramble,

You with Boumsong, I like.

I want you in the side Bramble,

Make the Aussie Moore take a hike.

 

You wear black, you wear white.

In defence, you add bite.

Tackle hard, I said hey man!

Hardest defender that I've seen,

and I don't like King more.

Command with, your loud voice.

You or Taylor, what a choice!

You and Boum, that is nice!

I don't believe that Sven's a fan,

Or you'd be capped by In-ger-land

All I wanna sing is.

 

My Bramble. My Bramble. My Bramble.

I want you in the side, Bramble. Side, Bramble. Side Bramble.

I want you in the side Bramble,

You with Boumsong, I like.

I want you in the -

 

World class attackers are coming your way,

So don't forget your duties, oh yeah.

Fat bottomed Bramble, is playing today.

We'll see 50-yard passes, oh yeah.

On your marks. Get set. Go!

 

Ruud, in your face.

Ruud, in your face.

Ruud, in your face.

My Bramble, my Bramble, my Bramble.

I want you in the side,

Bramble, side Bramble, side Bramble.

I want to see my Bramble race.

 

You,

were a joke, now you're great.

mark Defoe, out the game.

Big Drog, I said cool it man!

Be thankful you never did have to mark Eric Cantona

Gallowgate, or Leazes

You are wor-shipped like Jesus.

You're gonna be a candidate,

To be the Toon's brand new Woodgate.

because all I wanna see is,

 

My Bramble (yeah), my Bramble (eh), my Bramble.

I want you in the side Bramble. My Bramble (c'mon), my Bramble.

I want you in the side Bramble.

You with Boumsong I like,

I want you in the side Bramble.

Make that Aussie Moore, take a hike.

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"Hellraiser"

 

I'm living on an endless road

Around the toon for one huge payroll

Sometimes I feel quite tough

But I still ain't had enough

I keep saying that it's getting too much

But I know I'm a liar

Feeling all right cos I piss in the street in the night

But that's what lights my fire

 

 

Kieron Dyer, plays through wind and the pain

Kieron Dyer, rocked by a muscle strain

Kieron Dyer, Souey rushes you back too soon

Kieron Dyer, an injury spell on you

 

Walking out on the European stage

Another town, another place

Sometimes I don't feel right

Hamstrings are wound up too damn tight

People keep telling me it's bad for my health

But kicking back don't help it

Out of control, I play the attacking role

But that's what lights my fire

 

Kieron Dyer, plays through wind and the pain

Kieron Dyer, rocked by a muscle strain

Kieron Dyer, Souey rushes you back too soon

Kieron Dyer, an injury spell on you

 

I'm living on an endless road

Around the toon for a huge payroll

Sometimes I feel quite tough

But I still ain't had enough

Feeling all right cos I piss in the street at night

But that's what lights my fire

 

 

Kieron Dyer, plays through wind and the pain

Kieron Dyer, rocked by a muscle strain

Kieron Dyer, Souey rushes you back too soon

Kieron Dyer, an injury spell on you

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  • 3 weeks later...

"N'Zogbia" - (to the tune of Oasis' Lyla

 

"Roll left foot over the ball,

Knock it past Friedel's despairing hand.

Blackburn nil, Newcastle three.

Hear the Toon Army rocking the stand.

 

He believes in everything,

And everyone on both banks of the Tyne

We've no cups for 36 years

For you to come, and now will our time.

 

N'Zogbia!

He's our star on the ball.

It's Charlie N'Zogbia.

The world is at your feet, so stand tall

N'Zogbia.

You could be the best winger of all!

 

He's the best teen that I've seen

In every town and city far and near

Making life for right-backs hell,

He whips one in for Owen or Shearer

 

N'Zogbia!

He's our star on the ball.

It's Charlie N'Zogbia.

The world is at your feet, so stand tall

N'Zogbia.

You could be the best winger of all!

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You never run to us anymore with those raised sweaty pits.

And there's no arm raised like before with clenched fingertips.

You're trying hard not to show it, (Shearer).

But Shearer, Shearer we know it...

 

You've lost that scoring feelin,

Whoa, that scoring feelin,

You've lost that scoriiiiiing feelin,

Now it's gone...gone...gone...oooooooh shit.

 

Now there's a welcome look in your eyes when the sub board comes up.

And now you're starting to think that this season was one too much.

It makes you look worse than Shola (Bambi!).

'Cause Shearer, something in you is dying.

 

You lost that scoring feeling,

Whoa, that scoring feeling,

You've lost that scoriiiiing feeling,

Now it's gone...gone...gone...oooooooh shit.

 

Shearer, Shearer, we’d jump up and down celebrating like arseholes for you.

 

If you would score like you used to do, yeah.

 

We had wingers...wingers...wingers who could play.

 

And you...you...you...used to know how to put it away.

 

Sheaer (baldy!), Shearer (baldy!),

I beg of you please...please,

We need your goals (We need your goals), We need your goals (We need your goals),

So bring it on back (So bring it on back), Bring it on back (so bring it on back).

 

Bring back that scoring feeling,

Whoa, that scoring feeling

Bring back that scoring feeling,

'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,

and you can't go on,

noooo...

 

Bring back that scoring feeling,

Whoa, that scoring feeling

Bring back that scoring feeling,

'Cause it's gone...gone...and we’re fucked.

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You never run to us anymore with those raised sweaty pits.

And there's no arm raised like before with clenched fingertips.

You're trying hard not to show it, (Shearer).

But Shearer, Shearer we know it...

 

You've lost that scoring feelin,

Whoa, that scoring feelin,

You've lost that scoriiiiiing feelin,

Now it's gone...gone...gone...oooooooh shit.

 

Now there's a welcome look in your eyes when the sub board comes up.

And now you're starting to think that this season was one too much.

It makes you look worse than Shola (Bambi!).

'Cause Shearer, something in you is dying.

 

You lost that scoring feeling,

Whoa, that scoring feeling,

You've lost that scoriiiiing feeling,

Now it's gone...gone...gone...oooooooh shit.

 

Shearer, Shearer, we’d jump up and down celebrating like arseholes for you.

 

If you would score like you used to do, yeah.

 

We had wingers...wingers...wingers who could play.

 

And you...you...you...used to know how to put it away.

 

Sheaer (baldy!), Shearer (baldy!),

I beg of you please...please,

We need your goals (We need your goals), We need your goals (We need your goals),

So bring it on back (So bring it on back), Bring it on back (so bring it on back).

 

Bring back that scoring feeling,

Whoa, that scoring feeling

Bring back that scoring feeling,

'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,

and you can't go on,

noooo...

 

Bring back that scoring feeling,

Whoa, that scoring feeling

Bring back that scoring feeling,

'Cause it's gone...gone...and we’re fucked.

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Gold! :lol:

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