From good old Roker Park. The Mackems/Geordies chant. The Rangers/Celtic chant. You're going home in a ****ing ambulance. The whole thing's daft I don't know why Cos after the match You're gonna die There's a circus in the town Kevin Keegan is a clown Arthur Cox has got the ****ing pox And Newcastle's going down. Drink, drink wherever you may be We are the drunk & disorderly And we'll drink you dry Wherever you may be Cos we are the drunk & disorderly. Sunderland boys, we are here Shag your women & drink your beer. There must be loads more but my brain is a bit pickled these days.
From the banks of the river weeear To the shores of scisilly... There was one about Gabbiadini and a lambourgini aswell?
If I had the wings of a sparrow A dirty big arse of a crow I'd fly over Newcastle tomorrow And **** on the bastards below
We are the Sun'lun The Sun'lun Boot Boys And we are mental And we are mad We are the loyalest Football supporters The world has ever had
Dennis Smith went to town in his Lamborghini, bought some class, brought it back, called it Gabbiadini That's all I can remember. Sure there was a chant to Wonderwall but can't remember the words, I have a look later on smb for the words later unless somebody beats me to it. They're sure to have had about a 1000 threads on roker chants. Off to watch Shutter Island.
And the sister chant to that one was Willie MacPhaul went to town in a white Marina Bought a piece of foreign s h I t And called him Mirandinha
Hes fat hes round his arse drags on the ground sammy lee sammy lee. 6ft 2 eyes of blue big jim holtons after you la la ect ect
We don't carry iron We don't carry lead We only carry hatchets To bury in your head Kiss my arse, my arse And suck my dick, my dick We're Geordies we're fckn thick Kiss my arse, my arse
For Dick Malone Six feet two, Eyes of blue, Tricky Dickie's after you. La la, la la, la, la la, la,la.. For Bobby Kerr He's here, He's there, He's every ****ing where, Bobby Kerr, Bobby Kerr..
