KentBlue
Well-Known Member
'BACON FACE'
(to the tune of The Beach Boys 'Barbara Ann'.)
Bacon Face, bake, bacon face
Bacon Face, bake, bacon face
Oh, Bacon face. You're a disgrace
The rags are always losing and you're always fucking boozing
Bacon Face, bake bake, poor Bacon Face
'BLUE MOON OF LOVE'
(to the tune of Under The Moon of Love)
They say that money talks, on the Blue Moon of love
We're rich and you've got fuck all, on the Blue Moon of love
We make a signing, you start your whining
You say it just ain't fair at all
Everybody, let's walk, let's talk, on the Blue Moon of love
'BACK TO LONDON'
(to the tune of Streets of London)
Have you seen those Cockney tossers
Hanging round like homeless dossers
Spent their Benefits on rail fares and booze
They've no time for talking, 'cos all of 'em are walking
Back to fucking London, where the rag fans all come from
'DAD'S ARMY'
Who do you think you are kidding, Mr Fergie
If you think you'll win the Prem
Owen's a crock who can scarcely bloody walk
Ferdinand's a cock who can hardly even talk
So who do you think you are kidding, Mr Fergie
If you think you'll win the Prem
(to the tune of The Beach Boys 'Barbara Ann'.)
Bacon Face, bake, bacon face
Bacon Face, bake, bacon face
Oh, Bacon face. You're a disgrace
The rags are always losing and you're always fucking boozing
Bacon Face, bake bake, poor Bacon Face
'BLUE MOON OF LOVE'
(to the tune of Under The Moon of Love)
They say that money talks, on the Blue Moon of love
We're rich and you've got fuck all, on the Blue Moon of love
We make a signing, you start your whining
You say it just ain't fair at all
Everybody, let's walk, let's talk, on the Blue Moon of love
'BACK TO LONDON'
(to the tune of Streets of London)
Have you seen those Cockney tossers
Hanging round like homeless dossers
Spent their Benefits on rail fares and booze
They've no time for talking, 'cos all of 'em are walking
Back to fucking London, where the rag fans all come from
'DAD'S ARMY'
Who do you think you are kidding, Mr Fergie
If you think you'll win the Prem
Owen's a crock who can scarcely bloody walk
Ferdinand's a cock who can hardly even talk
So who do you think you are kidding, Mr Fergie
If you think you'll win the Prem