New Song
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For some reason you just reminded me of that poster on 606 called TonyPulisesHat, who claimed Frazier Campbell had been run over by a bus when we were trying and certain of signing him
can anyone remember him?
A classic Barmy army tune and simply adaptable.
We are the Army
We are the army, the Barmy Army
Oh we are bonkers, and we are mad
We are the loyalest, cricket supporters
That the world has ever had
Adapted
We are the army, the Barmby Army
Oh we bleed amber, and we bleed black
We are the loyalest, football supporters
That the world has ever had
It starts slow, gets quicker and lots of clapping, made for chanting!
Coldplay are used in torture techniques in the middle east, the UN just hasn't caught on.
We are the Army
We are the army, the Barmy Army
Oh we are bonkers, and we are mad
We are the loyalest, cricket supporters
That the world has ever had
Adapted
We are the army, the Barmby Army
Oh we bleed amber, and we bleed black
We are the loyalest, football supporters
That the world has ever had
It starts slow, gets quicker and lots of clapping, made for chanting!
Coldplay are used in torture techniques in the middle east, the UN just hasn't caught on.
For some reason you just reminded me of that poster on 606 called TonyPulisesHat, who claimed Frazier Campbell had been run over by a bus when we were trying and certain of signing him
I recognise that name.
I think we should tie him to a rock and have a giant eagle eat his liver, with it constantly growing back so that the process can continue indefinitely. I think that might have been done before though...
How about.......making him stand at the edge of the pitch while people keep passing him really hot cups of KC coffee or soup to hold in both his bare hands and at the same time shove big spoonfuls of extra hot KC chicken pie into his gob; all while watching Scunny reserves play Grimsby reserves in a fog. Then he has to stand and wait for a bus back home.
I've just had a great idea for the ultimate City song! By using BAAG's 'Chitty Chitty Barmby' song but singing it in rounds.
We could have Adam Pearson in the Director's Box stood conducting the whole song ie. He points to the East Stand - "Oh you Little Nicky Barmby - Little Nicky Barmby - We love you (continues)"
Then he points to the West Stand - "Oh you Little Nicky Barmby etc etc. Eventually the whole song would be rolling around the stadium and we could even have Mr Allam and his son doing a special little dance near the dug-out with the substitutes.
It would be amazing, the Allam dance would soon catch on until all the supporters were doing it and the KC would be rocking.
....Something like this...???
[video=youtube;bq7DGvfnr3U]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq7DGvfnr3U[/video]
That's definitely the dance and it would be a very good warm-up routine for the subs.
This was a little more obvious:
[video=youtube;cjI4p8_NZVc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjI4p8_NZVc&feature=related[/video]
[Edit: Susanna Hoffs!!!!!!]
Yes I know what you mean, but I'm not sure about the big tranny with the tambourine.
We could get Phil Brown to come back and sing it on the pitch before a match?
He'll probably be available on Saturdays soon.
Yeah that's what I was thinking, shame really!
William Blake. 1757–1827
The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
"in the jungle"?????
Unfortunately, and not wishing to be pedantic, tigers don't live in jungles. That is why the lion is king there. The much heavier tiger would soon see off a lion. Fortunately for lions there is nowhere that both lions and tigers have both lived in the wild.
Unfortunately, and not wishing to be pedantic, tigers don't live in jungles. That is why the lion is king there. The much heavier tiger would soon see off a lion. Fortunately for lions there is nowhere that both lions and tigers have both lived in the wild.
Pretty sure you've got that wrong way round, Tigers live in tropical jungles in India and Asia and Lions live mainly in the grasslands of Africa.
I think you mean "Lions don't live in jungles, That is why the Tiger is king there."