West Bromwich Albion 1
West Bromwich Albion Logo.
Boing boing Baggies, boing boing
The Lord’s my shepherd
The Lord’s my shepherd
I’ll not want
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green
He leadeth me
The quiet waters by
Stevie Bull’s a Tatter
Stevie Bull’s a tatter
He wears a tatter’s hat
He plays for Wolverhampton
He’s a fucking twat
He runs down the left wing
He runs down the right
He couldn’t score a goal
If he played all fucking night
Is this the way to hammer Villa
With lots of goals from Ishmael Miller
We’ll be s***ting on the Villa
When Ishmael Miller scores for me
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West Brom
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West Brom
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When Ishmael Miller scores for me
Is this the way to hammer Villa
With lots of goals from Zoltan Gera
We’ll be s***ting on the Villa
When Zoltan Gera scores for me
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West Brom
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West Brom
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When Zoltan Gera scores for me
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Albion
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Albion
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Albion
And the Baggies keep marching
On, on, on.
Glory, glory West Bromwich
Glory, glory West Bromwich
Glory, glory West Bromwich
And the Baggies keep marching
On, on, on.
Where’s your job gone
Where’s your job gone
Where’s your job gone Rodney Marsh?
We’re the pigs in f…..g lipstick
And we’re having such a laugh.
Campbell is coming so better be quick
Just give him the ball he will do the trick
He can score a goal with either stick
Campbell is coming so better be quick
Boing Boing, Boing Boing, Boing Boing, Boing Boing
Boing Boing, Boing Boing, Ba-a–a-g-gies
Boing Boing, Boing Boing, Boing Boing, Boing Boing
Boing Boing, Boing Boing, Baaggiies
Go West Brom, Go West Brom
You could hear the foot beats pound as he raced across the ground
And the clatt’ring of defenders as they tried to bring him down
As he galloped onto balls to feet, his Throstle on his chest
His name was Earnie, could have been a better striker than the rest
Now Earnie’s rightful partner, a bloke known as Kanu
Wore twenty five: it doesn’t rhyme – Bernt Haas had 22
They said he was too good for us, a luxury player, chic
But he played Earnie in on goal a few times every week
Keep trying Earnie
Earnie
He was more likely to score than all the rest. (put together!)
His girl she wished to bathe in milk, he said “Right luv, for a larf”
And when he’d gone round hers one night, he filled a stand-up bath
He said, “D’you want it pasteurized? ‘Cause pasteurized is best
She says, “Ernie, wont you drown love, you only come up to my chest”
And they tickled old Earnie (well they would, she was a big girl)
Earnie
He was a quite a little short-arse – said in jest
Now Ernie had a rival, a quite-good-looking man
Called Geoff Horsfield from Halifax, who once drove a brickie’s van
He toiled away with his battling style and the balls aimed at his head
And when she seen the size of his tree trunk thighs, well her cheeks turned very red. (As any girl’s would, let’s face it)
She nearly swooned when his shots ballooned but he said, “If you feed me right”
“I’ll win free kicks from defenders, though the goals scored will be tight”
He knew once she sampled his “backing in”, he’d have his wicked ways
And all Earnie had to offer was ten minutes some matchdays
Poor old Earnie
Earnie
But he was more likely to score than all the rest
(Tempo quickens)
The next match Geoff saw Earnie start a game we dare not draw
It drove Geoff mad with Earnie still not subbed at half past four
And as he leapt down from the bench, hot blood through his veins did course
When he went to play him in first time, we’ll he didn’t half leave it short
No chance to pull the trigger
Trigger
Sandwiched by two centre-backs who came off best
So Earnie moved out into the space, and pointed with his hand
He said, “If you want my place boyo, you’ll score goals like a man”
“Oh why don’t we win fouls for it?” Geoff sneeringly replied
“And just to make it interesting, we’ll have AJ in the side!”
Now Earnie showed from gap to gap beneath the blazing sun
While Geoff stood with his back to goal, defender up his bum
But Earnie was too good, things didn’t go the way Geoff planned
And a lovely Koumas through ball sent him goalwards past his man
(Tempo quickens even more [as it would with Koumas appearing!])
Then AJ gets between the ball and goal as Earnshaw shoots
And Earnie couldn’t check his stride and the richochet gets caught up underneath his boots
And he looks up
in pained surprise
as the goal he sure he’s scored
goes in off the arse of Horsefield
who had fallen on the floor
(Tempo slows to a dirge)