songs for ash

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Twenty four Hours From Hull-Ah

Dearest Tigers I had to write to say that I won't be gardening anymore
'cause something happened to me while I was drivin' home
And I'm not unemployed anymore
Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Hull
Ah, only one day away from your charms
I saw a welcoming light and stopped to rest for the night

And that is when I saw him as I pulled in outside of the small motel he was there
And so I walked up to him, asked where I could get some pie to eat
And he showed me where.
Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Hull
Ah, only one day away from your charms
He took me to the cafe, I asked him if he would stay, he said "OK"

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Hull
Ah, only one day away from your charms
The jukebox started to play and night time turned into day as we were karaokin'
Badly, all of a sudden I lost control as I held Ashbee’s arms
And I coveted him, my captain, told him I'd die
Before I would let him out of my arms

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Hull
Ah, only one day away from your charms
I hate to do this to you but I love somebody new, what can I do?
And I can never, never, never…go home again.
 
one for brownie, to that 'stuart atwell, what a ****er, what a ****er' tune

Carly duffen, was she pregnant, was she pregnant.

Think we should keep this simple so theres a chance they might get sung. Anyone sit in the NE corner to start them off?
 
Wise men said, Bullard’s injured too,
So I said I’m not listening to you,
Brought him in, 50 grand a week
Now Bullard’s on the Ipswich team sheet

Came back for Ash,
Wanted Folan too,
But that **** said ‘I’ll never play for you’
 
Phil Brown came,
And he took us up,
He took our cash,
Left Carly up the duff,
Now he returns,
With Ash in midfield,
Still orange too,
Brownie I say,
**** you!