So here he is Albert's Chip Shop, Who has said he's had some fun, He's been riding Toon Deluded, Who now has a git sore bu-uu-um!
Deck the girls with Carroll's right hook Tralalalala lalalala Titus Bramble likes them tied up Tralalalala lalalala Rape alarm is out of reach Tralala tralala lalala How hard is Nile Ranger He kicked in the back door Of a poor young girl's kitchen Turns out it was his whore He has a 'phat' pistol That he got a fine for Maybe he should pull the trigger When it's wedged in his jaw Silent night, Awful night Empty stadium, Of Light Trophy Cabinet rusty old crap Keano gave the club mascot clap Quinn works for Sky TV Quinn works for Sky TV (irony)
"Glory to the mags" he says But gone are the glory days All the trawlers on our board Mags that come here by the hoarde Some of them can be OK But the most act ****ing gay
"O Little Town of Bethlehem" O city there of Newcastle deluded are you all You prob'ly don't remember time before Keegan and Hall They all say What about Europa We'll win it without doubt But as always they'll **** it up and end up winning nowt
Hark now hear the RAW sing Touches little boys like Jonathan King Crack is ****e and always mild Always slow and acting the child
Were the kings of the North East are up the leagues we've travelled so far winning divisions making decisions doing it all so far oh ho Johnson is a star so bright Fletch will score them ****ing right On the pitches beating the bitches guide us to the stadium of light
I know I'll have a black and ****e Christmas as I trot down to the sports direct we'll get stuffed by Utd then spanked by the Gooners and I'm a man who cannot get erect Coz I'm a twat with penile dysfunction Just like every other Mag I know Where wor dad shags me sisters, and lads get arse blisters. because dad's a dirty dog ***** Well I'm gonna have a ****e Christmas Just like the ones I always do I wish I was the Stadium of Light Where all my Christmases would be merry and bright
Ding dong merrily on high Deluded arse is minging caught the clap from a guy arse bandits start him singing Tra -la lala la la lhaa la lala la la laha his penis is not healthy
god rest you Geordie mental men let nothing you dismay cos you appointed Paaaardue and hell be gone by May To save you all from Ashleys plot hes led you all astray oh oh bad tidings are coming now your way...................... you're way oh oh bad tidings we've seen you ****ers play
The Mackems are coming, bolt all your doors Hide all your jewellery under the floors Zip up your pockets, keep everything tight From a bus loads of thieves - from the Stadium of ****e They'll climb in your garden and rifle your bins They live off Pot Noodle's & left over things They'll break through your windows and steal all your goods Then go back to their camp in Pennywell Woods Shell Suits still fashion down Sunderland Way Bright House their saviour with 5 years to pay........ They'll wash in the Wear and struggle to cope And they don't understand the reason for soap Their women are grannies when they reach 29 dreaming of holidays on the banks of the Tyne ! As they look in their mirrors and think what a mess If only I was a Geordie - to that they confess !
