I'll sell my tickets to some well meaning "Chav" with a Liverpool scarf on !
Any offers anybody

me's a 'Chelsea Pensioner' I'm sure Dawson'll point ya in the right direction
Cover the postage, after measuring it 



Lando_Griffin wrote:To the tune of "You're Beautiful":
Your lives are worthless,
Your team is poor,
I saw your gaffer,
A gnome, I'm sure.
He frowned at me from his dosshole,
"Goodison the caravan",
But we won't lose no points to you,
Despite your best plan;
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Yes you caught my eye,
With your rancid pie,
I could see from your face that you were,
About to die,
And I don't think that we'll see you next year,
You'll be f*cked off to League one with good old Tranmere.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, you're sh*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt!!!
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks. You're f*cking b*llocks, you pr*cks.
There sits good old Shankly,
With a smile on his face,
He and Bob are laughing about your pit...
Now it's time to face the truth,
Your club is f*cking sh*t.
I'd love to hear that sung against the barstewards!!!!!




Lando_Griffin wrote:To the tune of "You're Beautiful":
Your lives are worthless,
Your team is poor,
I saw your gaffer,
A gnome, I'm sure.
He frowned at me from his dosshole,
"Goodison the caravan",
But we won't lose no points to you,
Despite your best plan;
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Yes you caught my eye,
With your rancid pie,
I could see from your face that you were,
About to die,
And I don't think that we'll see you next year,
You'll be f*cked off to League one with good old Tranmere.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, you're sh*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt!!!
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks. You're f*cking b*llocks, you pr*cks.
There sits good old Shankly,
With a smile on his face,
He and Bob are laughing about your pit...
Now it's time to face the truth,
Your club is f*cking sh*t.
I'd love to hear that sung against the barstewards!!!!!



Lando_Griffin wrote:To the tune of "You're Beautiful":
Your lives are worthless,
Your team is poor,
I saw your gaffer,
A gnome, I'm sure.
He frowned at me from his dosshole,
"Goodison the caravan",
But we won't lose no points to you,
Despite your best plan;
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Yes you caught my eye,
With your rancid pie,
I could see from your face that you were,
About to die,
And I don't think that we'll see you next year,
You'll be f*cked off to League one with good old Tranmere.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, you're sh*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt!!!
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks. You're f*cking b*llocks, you pr*cks.
There sits good old Shankly,
With a smile on his face,
He and Bob are laughing about your pit...
Now it's time to face the truth,
Your club is f*cking sh*t.
I'd love to hear that sung against the barstewards!!!!!

Lando_Griffin wrote:To the tune of "You're Beautiful":
Your lives are worthless,
Your team is poor,
I saw your gaffer,
A gnome, I'm sure.
He frowned at me from his dosshole,
"Goodison the caravan",
But we won't lose no points to you,
Despite your best plan;
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Yes you caught my eye,
With your rancid pie,
I could see from your face that you were,
About to die,
And I don't think that we'll see you next year,
You'll be f*cked off to League one with good old Tranmere.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks, it's true.
We'll score a goal,
In your sh*thole,
And you won't know what to do,
When God scores number two.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, you're sh*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt!!!
You're f*cking b*llocks.
You're f*cking b*llocks. You're f*cking b*llocks, you pr*cks.
There sits good old Shankly,
With a smile on his face,
He and Bob are laughing about your pit...
Now it's time to face the truth,
Your club is f*cking sh*t.
I'd love to hear that sung against the barstewards!!!!!
That is one class song lando

stmichael wrote:check this out. delusional ba$tards![]()
http://bluekipper.net/everton....start=0




Ciggy wrote:
Anno, what about the lets sign Finnan one, cause Neill might be coming![]()
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Ciggy wrote:
Anno, what about the lets sign Finnan one, cause Neill might be coming![]()
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Yeah I saw both of them.


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