Songs we no longer sing.

It went,
Why don't you rip off yer knickers and show us yer clit, we are man city you know you love it,give us a gobble and suck on me plums, we are the Manchester boys,nah nah nah nah.......

That's it and now I recall I have sang it on a trip to QPR lay on the floor of an escort van with15 of us crammed in
 
John Bond we love you,
John Bond we do,
Though you may play far away,we`ll follow you,
And one day when were Champions,well look back and say,
Theres no one quite like John Bond he has helped us on our way.

To the Grandma tune,think it was a Manchester school.
 
Hi ho. Hi ho.
To Stretford we will go
With a bottle and a brick
And a walking stick
Hi ho. Hi ho.

And

Kick em all. Kick em all.
The long and the short and the tall
If you see any red shit
Well fookin well boot it
Come on, the lads, kick em all.
 
John Bond we love you,
John Bond we do,
Though you may play far away,we`ll follow you,
And one day when were Champions,well look back and say,
Theres no one quite like John Bond he has helped us on our way.

To the Grandma tune,think it was a Manchester school.

Christ almighty I bet the opposition fans were pissing themselves at this one!!!
 
I liked ones that went on for a while. Never felt more like singing the blues... was a favourite i don't remember the other verses mentioned above. Also, Billy McNeils Blue and white Army.

That should be resurrected for Pep.

Ones I invented but never saw the light of day were "Call me, aha baby, call me Ishmael Miller now. Call me" and an Alan Partridge "DAN DAN DAN" for Sturridge.
 
I know we shouldn't sing them and times have moved on but we have lost about half of our songbook since we stopped the Munich chants.
 
70s

I’d like to teach
The World to sing
In perfect harmony
With Bell and Lee
And Summerbee
And Willie Donachie
It’s a City thing.

Love that.

How about a modern version to Shakermaker..

I'd like to buy myself a plane
I'd like to paint it blue
Drop a bomb on the Stretford End
And the K Stand too
Oh oh it's a City thing
 
A strange song that came from nowhere at Goodison in the early 90s, before promptly disappearing.

Do you take it up the arse Mrs Southall?
It weighs more than a quarter of a pound
It's got hair on its neck like a turkey
And it spits when you rub it up and down
 

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