New song for Foden

[mexico1970]

What? The Sultans?
Written especially for Phil, that was.

Love it mate, but I can't remember my street number half the time and wouldn't stand a chance with that :)

 

[mancity2012_eamo]

Love it mate, but I can't remember my street number half the time and wouldn't stand a chance with that :)

They wrote one for Jamie Carragher too, you know?……….


“You Talk Too Much”

 

[ercbkippax]

Can't start a fire.

Can't start a fire without a spark.

Phil Fodens on fire....

Dancing through the middle of the park

Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the dark

This is the one now, already took off in Cutting Room Sq on Sunday.

 

[mancity2012_eamo]

This is the one now, already took off in Cutting Room Sq on Sunday.

Hope you cleaned up after yourselves.

 

[BlueMoonRisin’]

We really do need a Song for Phil..
How about the Chorous from Nancy Sinatra's classic "Bang Bang (He Shot Me Down) used in Kill Bill (though sung by us more joyously)

Bang bang, Phil shot you down,
Bang bang, you hit the ground,
Bang bang, that wondrous sound
Bang bang, of our Sniper puttin' you down.

Apt for the Sniper I think.


(You could even have a verse about how shit we once were and how you took the piss for real devilmemt.)

Sorry pal but that is shite ; )

 

[BlueAnorak]

This is the one now, already took off in Cutting Room Sq on Sunday.

Good - Phil needs song!

 

[Sebi]

Can't start a fire.

Can't start a fire without a spark.

Phil Fodens on fire....

Dancing through the middle of the park

Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the dark

Great one

 

[GOULDYBOBS]

Great one

I didn't make it just witnessed it at Cutting room square.

 

[dickie davies]

Philip was a ball boy at the Etihad
Watching City win the Premier league
Seeing Kun Aguero scoring all the goals
And thinking can't wait for the day that will be me

Phil Foden, Phil Foden, Phil Fod-en
La la la la Phil Foden

If the entire suggestion is too long, just chant the chorus

 

[Moggzy]

Can't start a fire.

Can't start a fire without a spark.

Phil Fodens on fire....

Dancing through the middle of the park

Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the dark

Won a treble in Turkey
And he won the 4peat too

You can’t stop him from winning
There’s fuck all you can do

Can't start a fire.
Can't start a fire without a spark.
Phil Fodens on fire....
Dancing through the middle of the park

 

[I'm Blue]

Loany, I'm Mr. loany
I have nobody so I’m going on loan.
I'm so loany, I'm Mr. loany.
I have nobody so I’m going on loan
I am so loany.
(I’m joking btw) : )

 

[MadchesterCity]

.

 

[MadchesterCity]

F.O.D.E.N
F.O.D.E.N

Phils a blue! Fucken Special!

We’ve got F, Stockports finest
We’ve got O, oh, oh, oh
We’ve got D, doubles n trebles
We’ve got E, he’s got everything
We’ve got N, Nothing stopping him!
He’s a blue oh oh!

I know it needs work but I like the idea of Phil getting DISCO song

 

[El Gringo]

Can't start a fire.

Can't start a fire without a spark.

Phil Fodens on fire....

Dancing through the middle of the park

Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the dark

Gets my vote

 

[citymad]

We really do need a Song for Phil..
How about the Chorous from Nancy Sinatra's classic "Bang Bang (He Shot Me Down) used in Kill Bill (though sung by us more joyously)

Bang bang, Phil shot you down,
Bang bang, you hit the ground,
Bang bang, that wondrous sound
Bang bang, of our Sniper puttin' you down.

Apt for the Sniper I think.


(You could even have a verse about how shit we once were and how you took the piss for real devilmemt.)

Probably don’t need anymore negative attention on us right now.

 

[Betterdeedthan red]

Can't start a fire.

Can't start a fire without a spark.

Phil Fodens on fire....

Dancing through the middle of the park

Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the dark

I'm starting to sing this at 7 am when I get on the coach and not gonna stop all day

 

[Lowtower]

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[waspish]

Be good to incorporate the Colin Bell song but the game be over by the time we got to 47

 

[Banano]

Do do doo Stockport Iniesta...

I'll get my coat

 

[Wilmslow Road]

Adswood Lad had a Shag
In his Ford Fiesta
9 months later
His Wife produced
Stockports Iniesta.