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Post by simpson93 on Jul 5, 2011 15:28:27 GMT
lived a striker named Peter Thorne,
And he plays in red and white,
and he hates the vale shyte,
Peter Thorne scored alot of f**king goals, alot of f**king goals, alot of f**king goals.
Retro songs, anyone got anymore?
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Post by BraveSirRobin on Jul 5, 2011 15:31:34 GMT
We are EEEEEEVVVVILLLLLLL
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Post by theloudest on Jul 5, 2011 15:31:47 GMT
WHO ARE THE PEOPLE?
WE ARE THE PEOPLE
WHO ARE THE SHIT?
THEY ARE THE SHIT
cba writing the rest
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Post by RINGO STARR on Jul 5, 2011 15:34:16 GMT
There's a circus in the town-in the town
Mick McCarthy Is A Clown-Is a clown
Jez Moxey is a fucking slag
And the wolves are going down
Going Down!
Edit Mick McCarthy for for all other premier league managers and Jez Moxey for any player/celebrity fan/director/mascot etc etc whoever you like
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Post by theloudest on Jul 5, 2011 15:35:19 GMT
Best behaved supporters
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Post by str8outtahampton on Jul 5, 2011 15:46:50 GMT
Just exhumed this one, tho' it might need a bit of translation:
"We are nothing more than one of an unspecified number of teams that one catches a glimpse of on the odd occasion,
We have frequently been known to rack up a tally of half a dozen - although the prospect of our achieving a half score is indeed slim, and possibly unprecedented.
We overcome our hapless opponents in our own bailiwick - and equally they are vanquished by us when we trespass on their freehold property.
We render lifeless any oiks who obstruct our path,
Those citizens who reside in an area bounded by a quadrangle which can be drawn through points broadly located at Kidsgrove, Shrewsbury, Banbury and perhaps Corby are proud of us,
English home-dwellers above a line of latitude plotted between Congleton and the Wash pay us homage,
It goes without saying that citizens of the Merseyside and Greater London conurbations are the subject of our opprobrium in equal measure,
We are, beyond all reasonable doubt, what accepted opinion might term "champions",
The reason for this is that when City do score the aforementioned half dozen, our opponents are routinely restricted to the derisory total of zero."
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Post by LGH87 on Jul 5, 2011 16:12:20 GMT
Just exhumed this one, tho' it might need a bit of translation: "We are nothing more than one of an unspecified number of teams that one catches a glimpse of on the odd occasion, We have frequently been known to rack up a tally of half a dozen - although the prospect of our achieving a half score is indeed slim, and possibly unprecedented. We overcome our hapless opponents in our own bailiwick - and equally they are vanquished by us when we trespass on their freehold property. We render lifeless any oiks who obstruct our path, Those citizens who reside in an area bounded by a quadrangle which can be drawn through points broadly located at Kidsgrove, Shrewsbury, Banbury and perhaps Corby are proud of us, English home-dwellers above a line of latitude plotted between Congleton and the Wash pay us homage, It goes without saying that citizens of the Merseyside and Greater London conurbations are the subject of our opprobrium in equal measure, We are, beyond all reasonable doubt, what accepted opinion might term "champions", The reason for this is that when City do score the aforementioned half dozen, our opponents are routinely restricted to the derisory total of zero." ;D ;D we are just one of those teams that happens now and again, we often score six but we seldom score ten, we'll beat you at home and we'll beat you away, we'll kill any bastards that get in our way, we are the pride of the midlands, the cock of the north, we hate the scousers and the cockneys of course........ive never known the last bit and im struggling to translate your version into the correct words! |
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Post by Northy on Jul 5, 2011 16:13:52 GMT
Just exhumed this one, tho' it might need a bit of translation: "We are nothing more than one of an unspecified number of teams that one catches a glimpse of on the odd occasion, We have frequently been known to rack up a tally of half a dozen - although the prospect of our achieving a half score is indeed slim, and possibly unprecedented. We overcome our hapless opponents in our own bailiwick - and equally they are vanquished by us when we trespass on their freehold property. We render lifeless any oiks who obstruct our path, Those citizens who reside in an area bounded by a quadrangle which can be drawn through points broadly located at Kidsgrove, Shrewsbury, Banbury and perhaps Corby are proud of us, English home-dwellers above a line of latitude plotted between Congleton and the Wash pay us homage, It goes without saying that citizens of the Merseyside and Greater London conurbations are the subject of our opprobrium in equal measure, We are, beyond all reasonable doubt, what accepted opinion might term "champions", The reason for this is that when City do score the aforementioned half dozen, our opponents are routinely restricted to the derisory total of zero." ;D we are just one of those teams that you get now and then we often score six but we seldom score ten we beat em at home and we beat em away we'll kill any bastards that get in our way we are the pride of the midlands the cock o the north we hate scousers n cockneys of course we are the champions without any doubt when city score 6 they score nowt or something like that  |
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Post by sweetingsfield on Jul 5, 2011 16:20:45 GMT
Ayyyy Ayyyy Ayyyy Ayyyy
Banks is better than Yashin
Mahoney is better than Eusabio
And (insert opponents name) are in for a thrashing
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Post by lurcherman on Jul 5, 2011 16:54:24 GMT
With a knock kneed chicken
And a knackered old hen
Haven’t had shag since a don’t know when
We don’t give a widdle and we don’t give a wank
We are the boothen enders
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In Dublins fair city where the girls are all pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
as she wheeled her wheel barrow
through streets broad and narrow
singing City, Stoke City alive alive-oh
alive alive-oh, alive alive-oh
Stoke City, my City alive alive-oh
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Post by str8outtahampton on Jul 5, 2011 17:20:24 GMT
Really strangely, this one was popular for a while in the 70s:
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
(All day)
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range...etc
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But the first one I can remember was:
John Bailey: Zigger Zagger, Zigger Zagger
Mob (quite a small mob in those days): Stoke City
John Bailey: (as above)
Mob: (as above)
All: One, two, three, four, listen to the Boothen roar, P-O-T-T-E-R-S, POTTERS!
Sounds really quaint now.
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One of the great chants was Blackpool away (1970?). Stoke rarely took big followings in those days, but for that game it was massive, and a huge number somehow acquired chap plastic boater hats in red and white stripes. Cue a really impressive rendition of "When You're Smiling", which was also popular for a while afterwards.
Bring back the boater, I say...
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Post by kronkie on Jul 5, 2011 17:48:02 GMT
Sweetie, it was DOBING is better than Euasbio.
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Post by devonstokie on Jul 5, 2011 18:10:31 GMT
Where's your father, where's your father, where's you father referee?
You have'nt got one!, you have'nt got one!, cause you're a bastard referee''
Those yellow seats, black and white shirts, Vale alouette song, can't remember all of it
'You'll never reach the station'
Land of smoke and glory, home to Stoke City'
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Post by creweoatcake1 on Jul 5, 2011 18:22:56 GMT
Remember Home on the range being belted out at Plymouth in the Watney cup (70's), much to the bemusement of the locals Ha Ha! .... Memories
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Post by STAYIN UP FOR..scfcboothengirl on Jul 5, 2011 19:31:44 GMT
Where's your father, where's your father, where's you father referee? You have'nt got one!, you have'nt got one!, cause you're a bastard referee'' Those yellow seats, black and white shirts, Vale alouette song, can't remember all of it 'You'll never reach the station' Land of smoke and glory, home to Stoke How did that vale song go? Used to love it but can't remember |
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Post by alansuddick on Jul 5, 2011 20:42:29 GMT
no left side at all
no middle kick sand in my eyes
all bastards are you with no stokee tattoo
cus the right side are fighting for you
we re the right side,were the right side,we re the right side boothen end.
your going home like sandy richardson[ crossroads cripple]
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Post by stantheman on Jul 5, 2011 21:20:08 GMT
Its nice to know you're here...
6 foot 2, eyes are blue.....
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Lads'n'Dads
"No thanks, I'll stay on my own"
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Post by earlydoors on Jul 5, 2011 21:44:22 GMT
Don't forget the classic
"You're gonna get what Aston Villa Got"
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Post by Tubes on Jul 5, 2011 21:51:31 GMT
I'm in the states at the moment and watched the game at the weekend in a pub with the Orlando Ruckus (supporters group), and was very surprised to hear a few old classics, including Where's Your Father Referee!  |
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Post by exeterstokie on Jul 5, 2011 21:57:43 GMT
ur going home in a staffordshire ambulance
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Post by fishlovesoatcakes on Jul 5, 2011 22:06:38 GMT
We are eeeevil, we are eeeevil
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Post by exeterstokie on Jul 5, 2011 22:15:42 GMT
Boothen Boothen give us a song (as sung by the paddock lads in the early 80s
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Post by bvern on Jul 5, 2011 22:42:43 GMT
What was the one that went something like....
we don't carry ?????
we don't carry lead
we only carry axes to bury in your head
we're the boothen ???? boys
fanatics every one
we hate leeds united, ?????? and everton
anybody remember?
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Post by rednwhitecardie on Jul 5, 2011 22:46:11 GMT
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH
Posh Spice is a Stokie since the day when she was born ....... etc
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Post by str8outtahampton on Jul 5, 2011 22:58:00 GMT
What was the one that went something like.... we don't carry ????? we don't carry lead we only carry axes to bury in your head we're the boothen ???? boys fanatics every one we hate leeds united, ?????? and everton anybody remember? Certainly. A very aggressive example of the genre. We don't carry hammers Correct Correct, but it's "hatchets" We are the Boothen Boot Boys With Hatchets every one We all hate Man City Leeds and Ever=ton (rhymes with "on") We hate Tottenham Hotspur We hate Chelsea too We hate all the b****rds Who play in royal blue. There was a French version as well, which didn't catch on. It started: Nous ne portons pas de marteaux Nous ne portons pas de plomb... |
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Post by bristolpotter on Jul 6, 2011 3:57:32 GMT
wise men sing only fools go vale, shit
and I can't help, falling in love with Stoke, City!!!!!!!
boot wrapped, round your head, you'll get a boot wrapped round your head' sang to the tune of oops up side your head
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we dont carry hammers we dont carry lead ,
we only carry hatchets to bury in your head
we are the boothen bootboys fanatics everyone
we hate man utd, leeds and everton
we've got something you ain;t got, we've got lou macari
lou lou skip to to my lou
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Post by shoey100 on Jul 6, 2011 8:13:19 GMT
Beat him on the head, beat him on the head, beat him on the head with a baseball bat oh yeah oh yeah
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Post by kentpotter on Jul 6, 2011 10:22:15 GMT
"You won't get passed the graveyard!"
"Alan Bloor's carpet factory (clap, clap, clap, clap)"
"Land of smoke and glory
home of Stoke FC......."
still love "Who are the people?" to this day!
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Post by Caerwrangonpotter on Jul 6, 2011 10:39:53 GMT
The chant that goes along to the song of "alouette"
Mentions Vale Park,The V Shaped lights,Billy Bell....heard it on Wembley Tube Train and wondered what the full lyrics are?
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Post by RINGO STARR on Jul 6, 2011 11:24:47 GMT
The chant that goes along to the song of "alouette" Mentions Vale Park,The V Shaped lights,Billy Bell....heard it on Wembley Tube Train and wondered what the full lyrics are? I was trying to get this going all day in London and Wembley. Its a song that lists everything about Vale from their yellow seats through to that 'Bastard bell'. We can erase the "bald cunt rudge" part now  Oh I hate that Vale Shite Oh Yes I hate that Vale Shite That Vale Shite Those yellow seats That second hand stand That Billy Bratt That Adams twat Sing alowett Alowentte Jonty aloweente |
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