HYMNS AND ARIAS (Chelsea Edition) We paid our weekly shilling for our January trip: A Wednesday at The Liberty,aye, without a bit of kip. There's a seat reserved for beer by the boys from North Penlan: There's beer, pontoon, porn and ***s and a croakin 'Calon Lan'. And we were singing hymns and arias, 'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'. Into Swansea we did roll with an empty crate of ale. Dill had lost at cards and now his Evening Postâs for sale. But Dill is very happy though his money all has gone: He swapped five photos of his wife for one of Michel Vorm. And we were singing hymns and arias, 'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'. We got to The Liberty early and were jostled in the crowd; Chico,Phil and SA9 looked for toilets all around. So many there they couldn't budge -twisted legs and pale: I'm ashamed they used a bottle that once held bitter ale. And they were singing hymns and arias, 'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'. Swans defeated Chelsea (Yeah) in a fast and open game. We saw John Terry and Frank Lampard, And they were both to blame We saw our favourite Scouser Whose team is doomed to fail So we gave him that old bottle, that once held bitter ale! He started singing hymns and arias, 'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'. So it's down to Wind Street for the night, to the girls with the shiny beads; To see FFS with lipstick on, With his evil minds and deeds. He said to Dill from a doorway dark, damn, he didn't have much on. But Dill knew what he wanted, aye...his photo of Michel Vorm! 'Cos he was singing hymns and arias, 'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'.
Just remember lads no piccies to be taken on a night out though, you never know where you may land up !
