Stoke City 3
Gippo, Gippo, Gippo
(repeat)
Party in the boothen
party in the boothen
party in the boothen
party in the boothen
party in the boothen
party in the boothen
(everybody on a hype)
We support our local team.
We’re Ciiiityyy,
we’re barmy,
and we’re off our f**king heads
we’re nauuuuugthy,
we’re forty,
and we’re off our r**king heads.
I said to my mother what will I be ,,
will I be vale will I be stoke heres
what she said to me ,,
wash ya mouth with soap
and fetch ya fathers gun shoot
the vale scum shoot
the vale scum.
For Brazil he should play salif diao,
for Brazil he should play upfront,
for Brazil he should play salif diao,
salif Diao is a skillful c***!
Na na na na,
na na na na,
ay ay ay,
Tuncay.
Ohhhhhh Tuncay used to eat kebabs
but he has oatcakes now.
Oh w***y w***y
w***y w***y w***y w***y Wanderers.
Oh Tommy Tommy,
Tommy Tommy Tommy Thomas Sorensen.
We’ve won it two times
we’ve won it two timeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
the Autoglass trophy
we’ve won it two times.
Sheep sheep sheep s******s
sheep sheep sheep s******s
Etherington, Etherington
running down the wing
Etherington, Etherington
running down the wing
hated by the Vale
loved by the Stoke
Etherington, Etherington, Etherington.
He plays on the left (sway to left)
he plays on the right (sway to right
that boy Lawrence makes Brazil look s**te!!
Your not signing,
your not signing,
your not signing
your not signing anymore!
Who are yah!!!
(repeat)
(repeat)
(repeat)
You can shove your Yorkshire puddings up your a**e
You can shove your Yorkshire puddings up your a**e
You can shove your Yorkshire puddings up your a**e
Sideways!
You’re not fit, your not fit, your not fit to referee
(repeat)
Oh Matty Matty, Matty Matty Etherington.
repeat.
I once asked my mum
what shall I be
this is what she said to me
go down the shed an get your fathers gun
put in loads-a bullets
and shoot the Man U scum.
You can shove your Darren Bent up your a**e!
You’re losin’ all your players one by one
you’re losin’ all your players one by one
you’re losin’ all your players
you’re losin’ all your players
you’re losin’ all your players as you go.
There’s only one Pulis in the land
there’s only one Pulis in the land
there’s only one Pulis in the land
we follow Tony Pulis ’til the end.
ou can shove your f****n tower up your a**e !!
Ricardo Fuller City’s number 10!
Abdoulaye ma’ Lord Abdoulaye
Abdoulaye ma’ Lord Abdoulaye
oohhh Lord Abdoulaye.
‘m forever throwing bottles
pretty bottles in the air
they fly so high they reach the sky
and like West Ham they fade and die
Tottenham always running,
Chelsea running too
I’m forever throwing bottles
pretty bottles in the air
City City City.
You can shove
your f*****g bubbles
up your a**e!