Oh, Nicky boy, the fans, the fans are calling From the Brit to the Den, and down all the Premier sides The summer's gone, and all the signings are flopping 'Tis you, 'tis you must post and we must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the window Or when the Britt is hushed and Red with empty seats 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in the Boothen Oh, Nicky boy, oh, Nicky boy, we miss you so. And if you come, and all the signings are still flopping If I am dead, as dead I well may feel I pray you'll find the place where I am crying And kneel and say "I told you so". And I shall hear, though soft and ironic thread on NOT606 And all my heart will warm and better be And then you'll stand tall and bellow "TP Out" And I shall laugh in stiches until you calm down. or I'll simply sleep in peace until you oust TP. or And I shall stir in unrest until you riot again. or Oh, Nicky boy, oh, Nicky boy, we miss you so.[SUP][6][/SUP]
And ONB , we understand how Tony P(Cl)ulis can get you down , he's an expert at that. But don't let him beat you into defeat ( ie. no longer posting ) I am sure you are twice the man he never was. So dust yourself off , stand tall and shout UP YOURS CLULIS I'M BACK. Nick , we other readers and posters are missing your contribution.
Come back Nicky, come back Come back Nicky, come back This is the umpteenth time until today That you have run away I'm asking you for the numerous time, Nicky Love Stoke enough to stay Stay Stay Hey! Come back Nicky, come back Come back Nicky, come back B-b-b-b-bye, bye, bye, bye B-b-b-b-bye, bye, bye, bye I must admit TP is a clown To be mentally unsound But that doesn't mean That you have to leave town (Come back) Yes, and give it one more try 'Cause a resentment for TP should-a never ever die (Come back) Yes wi' me anti TP ways And me DVD-collection of Waddo's days (Come back) Yes, wi' me bag a negativity And TP can be gone for eternity There ain't no use in you crying 'Cause I'm as hurt as you We should ave been out protesting But your disdain of TP is true Oooh Oooh Oooh! (Come back) Every time me think of my TP (Nicky, come back) Walters come-a me mind(Come back) Every time me think of my TP (Nicky, come back) No shots come a me eye-a But he's not gone And we're not strong at the back Me beg him please 'Pon me knees and he still never stop Ready he ready, eh And he's not gone, not gone He that man with the Baseball Cap Come on Come back, Nicky, don't you leave me Nicky, please don't go Oh, won't you give our brigade a second chance Nicky, We need you so Oh Oh Oh! Ohoho! Come back Nicky, come back (Come back, man) Nicky, come back Nicky, come back (Come back, man) Nicky, come back (Don't leave us) Nicky, come back (I cry, man) Nicky, come back (Come back, Nicky) Nicky, come back (Nicky, don't blow) Nicky, come back (Bring back my Tactics book) Nicky, come back (Bring back me sanity) Nicky, come back (Come back, don't leave us like this)
Brilliant Smither's try singing this to.. same as Kenwyne is a Stokie ... Smither's is a Stokie He's Brassed of like us all He hates T.P. like I do Cos we see no footie ball. OH, Go now Mr Clulis, I can't stand anymore. Five years on the plan is dead, So just walk out the door. It's Mr Coate's money Is keeping us alive, Thank God he's mega rich I say, But he does own 365.
Kick a bow Overawed? is it a rash?, Painfull. You should go see a doc sharpish, it might be contagious!
Really glad you said (WE) mate. I think Nicky has a chip on both shoulders. What the hell we're all mental on here. Nicky, Come and join us come and join us, We're all MISSING you Your wit, honesty and you have well " A way with words" A bit like the one's me n Smither's have writ. P.S. thought you might be interested to know. They have found King Richard 3rd under some proposed car park. He looks a bit like those Xrays of your back Nick. You mailed em to me remember?
Come on Nicky, I know you are pee'd off with "that man", but the support on here is pro ONB and you are missed.
"Back For Good" I guess now it's time for me to give up I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got you're Moustache mark around your Bovril cup Got a fist of pure emotion Got a head of shattered dreams Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now Whatever he said, whatever he did - he meant it. We just want him gone for good Whenever he's wrong just tell us the song and we'll sing it You'll be right and understood Unaware but underlined we figured out the story It wasn't good But in the corner of our minds we celebrated glory But that was not to be In the twist of deep Depression you excelled at being free Can't you find a little room inside for TP? Whatever He said, whatever He did - He mean it We just want you back for good Whenever He's wrong just tell us the song and we'll sing it You'll be right and understood And we'll stand together, us loyal Stokies forever We'll be fighting and forever we will be So complete in our belief We will expose TP Whatever He said, whatever He did - He mean it We just want you back for good Whenever He's wrong just tell us the song and we'll sing it You'll be right and understood
Gentlemen, and I use that remark with the greatest respect. I am genuinely humbled by the messages on here, kicked off by Not606's very own Lennon & McCartney - Smithers, aided and abetted by the rest of you reprobates, thank you I think that the last few games (or so) have been the turning point for many Stokies, so contrary to popular opinion, PULIS IN!! Nah, only joking, even typing that made me go all shivery. Well my friends, I'm back and here to stay, from now on I will be a flounce-free zone. Seeya soon Nick
