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Much respect to the team that uses "Internationale" as their song.

At 11/30/05 07:14 AM, Bou wrote: Liverpool suck.

Liverpool own.

At 11/30/05 11:32 AM, simkiss wrote:

At 11/30/05 07:14 AM, Bou wrote: Liverpool suck.

Liverpool own.

Everton own.

At 11/30/05 11:33 AM, Mick_the_champion wrote:

At 11/30/05 11:32 AM, simkiss wrote:

At 11/30/05 07:14 AM, Bou wrote: Liverpool suck.

Liverpool own.

Everton own.

Merihaan Betoni own.

At 11/30/05 11:34 AM, JohnnyWang wrote:

At 11/30/05 11:33 AM, Mick_the_champion wrote:

At 11/30/05 11:32 AM, simkiss wrote:

At 11/30/05 07:14 AM, Bou wrote: Liverpool suck.

Liverpool own.

Everton own.

Merihaan Betoni own.

Merihaan Betoni suck.

At 11/30/05 11:35 AM, Mick_the_champion wrote:
Merihaan Betoni suck.

That's it, against the wall!

We had to sing that for last year's 8th grade graduation. It gets annoying after you practice it for 7 hours straight.

At 11/30/05 07:43 AM, elcw wrote:

You should've. Frankly, if you haven't, you must be culturally retarded, because he really is famous.

Ireland's call.
Come the day
And come the hour
Come the power and the glory

We are here to answer out countries call
From the four proud provinces of Ireland.

Ireland, Ireland, together standning tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Irelands.
We'll answer Irelands call!!!!!
Up the left wing.
Up the left wing
Up the right wing
Through the center
To the line...

We will beat you
We will beat you
Terenure will beat you fine.

The fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl call:
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly (Oh baby, let the free birds fly)
Our love was on the wing (Sinn Fein!!!)
We had dreams and songs to sing (IRA!!!)
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man call
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."

By a lonely harbor wall,
She watched the last star fall
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

Glory city.
Come on my lads
And lets get cheering
As the senior cup is nearing
On the road to Glory City!!!
Onwards Terenure.

It all depends on you man
Show that you are true men
Play the game and fight for frame
That's what I expect from Terenure men.

Though no battle drums are beating
This our war cry
This our greeting
On the road to Glory City!!!
Onwards Terernure.

Morale of this story: Rugby songs are better that are.

try sayin this

slowly

L I V E R P OOL Liverpool FC

At 11/30/05 09:00 AM, Grandfather-Clock wrote:

At 11/30/05 08:57 AM, Mick_the_champion wrote:

At 11/30/05 08:51 AM, Grandfather-Clock wrote: JUSTICE FOR ANTHONY

Anthony?

Anthony.

Anthony will never walk alone

Anyone who does something like that should be killed by an army of midgits carrying comically-small axes.

At 11/30/05 07:14 AM, Bou wrote: Liverpool suck.

so true.....and so does f00tball

SWFC V SUFC this is what i will be singin when the owls win on saturday

i never felt more like singing the blues , when wednesday win UTD loose, oh wedesday you got me singing the blues

At 11/30/05 11:46 AM, SheffieldWednesday wrote: SWFC V SUFC this is what i will be singin when the owls win on saturday

And it looks like they're losing Warock.

At 11/30/05 11:47 AM, Mr_Pope wrote:

At 11/30/05 11:46 AM, SheffieldWednesday wrote: SWFC V SUFC this is what i will be singin when the owls win on saturday

And it looks like they're losing Warock.

yep but he aint sayin nothin till sunday at least

Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow,
Then Follow We Will, Follow We Will, Follow We Will,
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow,
Then Follow We Will, We Will Follow In The Footsteps Of Our Team,

Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On,
Dundee, Hamilton, even up to Aberdeen,
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On,

For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers,
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One,
Celtic Know All About Their Troubles,
We Will Fight Till The Day Is Done,
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers,
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One,

Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On,
Dundee, Hamilton, even up to Aberdeen,
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On.

At 11/30/05 10:59 AM, Mick_the_champion wrote: Fuck the Queen

I say that was rather uncalled for. Prince Philip will not like others taking is only job.

At 11/30/05 11:33 AM, Mick_the_champion wrote:

At 11/30/05 11:32 AM, simkiss wrote:

At 11/30/05 07:14 AM, Bou wrote: Liverpool suck.

Liverpool own.

Everton own.

Liverpool are magic.
everton are tragic.

Emyln has spoken

At 11/30/05 10:56 AM, Mr_Pope wrote: Fuck the Pope and the I.R.A!

Ah the IRA...

Their intentions were good : /

With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It’s such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.

It’s been ten years, long time indeed,
We stood with pride and we took defeat,
Our beloved team, our ancient ground,
Has been rebuilt, a club reborn.

With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It’s such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.

McCann he rode the winds of change,
And the things he brought will long remain,
A phoenix rising, a house of steel,
And 60,000 Celtic dreams.

With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It’s such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.

The work is done and the stage is set,
The Celtic dream can now be met,
In a sea of dreams, we’re here today,
Lets sit and watch the Champions play.

With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It’s such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.

Hello Hello, How Do You Do,
We Are The Boys In Royal Blue,
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe,
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High,

Oh Flying High Up In The Sky,
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High,
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe,
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the northern highlands, to the western islands
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of free Derry
This land was made for you and me

As I went walking by the Shannon waters
Hand in hand with my little daughter
The church bells ringing, the children singing
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the northern highlands, to the western islands
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of free Derry
This land was made for you and me

I climbed a mountian, saw a crystal fountain
And I watched the waves roar by the rocky sea-shore
Her eyes were gleaming, she cried oh oh daddy
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the northern highlands, to the western islands
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of free Derry
This land was made for you and me

I Have Sailed The Wild Atlantic
Crossed The Broad Pacific Shore
I've Sailed Around The Stormy Capes
And Heard The Forty's Roar
I've Plied The Indian Ocean
I've Sailed The China Sea
But There's A Sea Back Home In Scotland
More Than All The Rest To Me

It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
It's The Greatest Sight
That I Have Ever Seen
It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
And It's Part Of Every Rangers Players Dream

No More I'll Sail The Seven Seas
No More I'll Ever Roam
No More I'll Feel The Urge Again
I'm Back Where I Belong
At Three O'clock Each Saturday
I'll Join The Mighty Throng
With Flags And Banners All Around
I'll Proudly Sing This Song

It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
It's The Greatest Sight
That I Have Ever Seen
It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
And It's Part Of Every Rangers Players Dream.

And now for another football related song or song for that matter

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammerin' Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resemblin' a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus' tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes, and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. That rhymes. I have to admit, it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin, and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb, when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped. So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud?

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Morale is United rule

It was far across the sea when the devil got a hold of me,
He wouldn't set me free so he kept me soul for ransom
na na na na na, na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na, na na na na na na na

I'm a sailor man from glasgow town i've roamed this world around and round,
He's the meanest thing that i have found in all me days of wandering
na na na na na, na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na na na na na na na, na na, na na, na na

Herrrrrrre we go again,
We're on the road again, we're on the road again, we're on our way to paradise
We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise

Graffiti on the wall just as the sun was going down,
I see graffiti on the wall - of the celts! of the celts!
Graffiti on the wall it says we're magic we're magic
Graffiti on the wall...

It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.

oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra

We went through each jungle deep,
for the paradise that we did seek,
t'was no trip for the weak,
we're waltzing with the natives.

Around in circles every way,
He turned to me and he did say,
"I think you're leading me astray,
I want your soul, me boyo!"
na na na na na, na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na na na na na na na, na na, na na, na na

Here we go again, we're on the road again.
We're on the road again, we're on the way to paradise.
We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise.

Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts!
Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic,
Graffiti on the wall...

It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.

oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra

To be honest the Celtic songs are far superior to the Rangers ones =/

At 11/30/05 04:06 PM, -Hybrid- wrote: To be honest the Celtic songs are far superior to the Rangers ones =/

"Hello Hello" does catch on though...

Hahahah

At 11/30/05 04:07 PM, Mick_the_champion wrote:
"Hello Hello" does catch on though...

Hahahah

Follow Follow is catchier - but Fields of Athenry - though a traditional Irish song is brilliant.

This is the story of a poor boy
who was sent far away from his home
to fight fo his king and his country
and also the old folks back home
so they put him in a highland division
sent him off to a afr foreign land
where the flies swander round in the thousands
and there's nothing to see but the sand

oh the battle it started next morning
under the blazing sun
I remember that poor scouser tommy
who was shot by an old nazi gun

as he lay on the battlefield
dying, dying, dying
with the blood gushing out of his head
I remember that poor scouser tommy
These were the last words he said

oh I am a liverpudlian
and I come from the spion kop
I like to sing
I like to shout
and I go there quite a lot
every week we support a team that plays in red
it's a team that you all know it's a team that we call
Liverpool
and it's glory we will go

we've won the league we've won the cup
and we've been to europe too
and we beat the toffees for a laugh
and we left them feeling blue
5-0
1, 2, 1 2 3, 1234, 5-0
rush scored one
rush scored two
rush scored three
and rush scored four

If ye hate the fuckin' Rangers clap your hands
If ye hate the fuckin' Rangers clap your hands
If ye hate the fuckin' Rangers, hate the fuckin' Rangers, hate the fuckin' Rangers clap your hands

Cause they'll be jumpin oot the windaes when we win
They'll be jumpin' oot the windaes when we win
They'll be jumpin' oot the windaes, jumpin' oot the windaes, jumpin' oot the windaes when we win

And we hope it's twenty storeys when they faw
We hope it's twenty storeys when they faw
And we hope it's twenty storeys, hope it's twenty storeys, hope it's twenty storeys when they faw

And we hope it's spikey fences when they land
We hope it's spikey fences when they land
And we hope it's spikey fences, hope it's spikey fences, hope it's spikey fences when they land

Singin am' naw a Billy am' a Tim
Singin am' naw a Billy am' a Tim
Singin am' naw a Billy, don't be so fuckin' silly, am' naw a Billy am' a Tim