Goin` home from the match one night
We ran into Brighton and started to fight
One of `em shouted that Palace were trash
So I took out my razor and started to slash

The first one came, he was six foot four
I kicked him in the balls and he fell to the floor
He lay there writhing and shouting in pain
So I lifted my razor and slashed him again.

Is this a five minute argument, or the full half hour? [Link]

but the joy did not last cause the b***rds run too fast.

Mullerys a prat, Mullerys a prat, hit him on the head with a baseball bat oh yeah

Just one Lombardo,
From Italy,
Played For Juventus,
In Italy,
He's got no hair,
But we don't care,
We've got Lombardo,
From Italy.

And after we beat Charlton in the play off semi final.

Charlton are going nowhere, Charlton are going nowhere, Charlton. are going nowhere.

Knees up mother Brown
Knees up mother Brown
Under the table you must go
e i e i e i o
If i catch you w4nkin
I'll chop your knob right off
Knees up knees up, gotta get ya knees up
Knees up mother Brown OI

OH my, what a wrotten song
What a wrotten song
What a wrotten song
OH my, what a wrotten song
And what a wrotten singer toooooooo!

(or something like that)

Edited by jelholyoake (19 Oct 2012 10.20pm)

When i see him, it's gonna be painful. Skinny little cont.

He's only a poor little Seagull.
His face is all tattered and torn.
He made me feel sick.
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing any more

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee's.............