Re: Competition - Best Songs Get Recorded - Friday Deadline
I think it'd be good to go through the whole team with the Torres / Tevez song for all our players, but I understand if people are getting sick of the tune, think it's too long or just think it's shit anyway.
He does a dance for the south stand, Joey, Joey,
Number 1 for Eng-er-land, Joey, Joey,
He is the best out of the bunch,
He doesn't catch, he likes to punch,
Joey Hart is England's number 1.
The Dj that we play right back, Micah, Micah,
The pornstar who empties his sack, Micah, Micah,
He looks a lot like Mr T,
He'll have your wife on your settee,
Micah Richards, big man at the back.
The City boy, through and through, Neddy, Neddy,
When he bleeds, his blood is blue, Neddy, Neddy,
He's fast as fuck, he loves it here,
He gets the ball and we will cheer,
Nedum Onuoha, City through and through.
The Argentine who's fucking tough, Pablo, Pablo,
He thinks Rooney's a fucking poof, Pablo, Pablo,
Midfield or at the back,
Give him the ball, he'll have a crack,
Zabaleta, he'll break your fucking legs.
When he's fit, he's fucking good, Johno, Johno,
That's when he's not in the pub, Johno, Johno,
He got compared to Colin Bell,
He will be class, 'cause we can tell,
Michael Johnson, is on the piss again!
He said that both his grans snuffed it, Stevie, Stevie,
He lied but we don't give a shit, Stevie, Stevie,
He's lost his wig, his head is bare,
His cars are pink but we don't care,
Stevie Ireland, City's superman.
The little man on our wing, Shauny, Shauny,
He'll make the fucking red scum sing, Shauny, Shauny,
He came through our acadamy,
We made 10 mil out of Chelsea,
Shaun Wright-Phillips, City's favourite son.
He came to play for Man City, Robby, Robby,
He cost the british record fee, Robby, Robby,
The samba boy, with all the flicks,
He scores the goals and does the tricks,
Super Robby, City's samba boy.
He's named after the friendly ghost, Kasper, Kasper,
The one that's inbetween the post, Kasper, Kasper,
He's only small and he's a Dane,
He's now 3rd choice since Given came,
Kasper Schmeichel, Denmark's number 1.
Headless chicken for City, Gelson, Gelson,
He has a lot of energy, Gelson, Gelson,
The substitute who's pretty shit,
He gets a game when no-one's fit,
Fernandes, we hope he turns out good.
The man's built like a brick shithouse, Big Phil, Big Phil,
He makes Heskey look like a mouse, Big Phil, Big Phil,
His national team is Ecuador,
Give him the ball and he will score,
Big Caicedo, City's new monster.
The Irishman, who's big and hard, Dunney, Dunney,
He likes own goals, he likes red cards, Dunney, Dunney,
Our centre-half is fucking class,
He'll put you on your fucking arse,
Dunney Monster's coming after you.
He's better than Gael Clichy, Bridgey, Bridgey,
Came from feeder club Chelsea, Bridgey, Bridgey,
Plays for England at left back,
He can defend, he can attack,
Wayno Bridgey, better than Ashley Cole.
There is a man from Zimbabwe, Benji, Benji,
He scored a goal on derby day, Benji, Benji,
He came from Portsmouth with a grin,
The offside king is off again,
Super Benji, loves to crack a smile.
He's big, he's tough, he's bald, he's quick, Vinny, Vinny,
He's got a fucking massive dick, Vinny, Vinny,
At centre back or centre mid,
He only cost 6 million quid,
Vincent Komp'ny will fucking murder you.
He plays in front of the back 4, de Jong, de Jong,
He's big, he's fast, he's fukin strong, de Jong de Jong,
We bought him from that Hamburg place,
He'll get right in your fucking face,
Nigel de Jong, City's 34. (Pollerz song).
Where the fucking hell is he? Berti, Berti,
He's never played for Man City, Berti, Berti,
Panic buy by Mr Hughes?
He really wanted Santa Cruz,
Glauber Berti, where the fuck are you?
The Irishman with a block head, Given, Given,
He came to play, with our Ned, Given, Given,
We bought him from the Geordie lot,
And now they've fucking lost the plot,
Shay Given is Ireland's number 1.
Our new welshman, who plays up front, Bellers, Bellers,
The one we used to call a ****, Bellers, Bellers,
He can tackle, he can jump,
He run's around like Forest Gump,
Craig Bellamy, Paul Dickov with skill.
The only team from Manchester, City, City,
The best supporters in the land, City, City,
With pride in battle on our chest,
We'll fight to prove that we're the best,
Super City, pride of Manchester. (maineroad68's song)
Can't think of one for Boji, Elano, Petrov or Sturridge.
