have come to find my spiritual leader,he was sadly lost looking for the doddinghurst cuckoo birds its me oh great one im lost in this vast island of lunacy,im the dog on the stick i have returned after looking for the golden fleece at griffin park how are you my man
I read it too, then thought it best that I inch slowly and carefully to the door, maintaining eye contact at all times. There must be somebody we can call?
Are these persons one and the same individual? Conversing with themselves? It brings back the heady days of Swords Hoopster and his alter ego Swords Hopster.
yes i am the dog on the stick and i bring joy laughter and conjecture me and the magical facto will make you guys laugh your socks off
facto is greater than love better than the stars above the northolt stormtroopers are back in town we will instigate ramsey backing down he will say the managers jobs not for him hes too intellegeant to be a manager you have got to be dim its only words and words are all i have to lkeep my blues away da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da THE ABOVE TO THE SONG OF WORDS WRITTEN BY THE BEE GEES STOLEN BY WEST LIFE RE FASHIONED BY THE QUEENS PARK RANGERS NUT CRACKER SUITE
Glad l'm on the other side of the world. Think some may have been passing around a spliff or two ...... Cannonball coming thru, cannonball ....
the other side of the world you got spiders that can jump a foot up in the air and put a lethal bite through somebodys leather shoe,and snakes that can kill even a millwall fan we have the great god of love peace and happyness the great factomondo,now thats a fact
how dep is my love i can loom for a million clouds that fly ever so high but my dreams are always in the sky but a riot is needed unfortunately we need to rid of cris ramsey a battalion will be created to demonstrate on november the seventh outside the south africa road stand the fireworks are all on there way we are leaving the load of hay,i hope you realise this carefully planned cris ramsey will be guy fawkes but he wont be burned to the stake it wasnt his mistake the fat cat sits at the top of the tree while we getting beating willingly the pain to us of that bald headed bee he laughed at us whilst he held the ball whe he lives he feels safe no rangers dare to tread but hell never get away from qprted we are the rangers boys from the mighty loft we aint got no brains and no money left a monkey lost on a stupib bet,but factomondos minted so we ant busted yet and my one and only dream must be ]to see the back of chris ramsey
