From: <brianmulligan3@gmail.com>
Date: Wed, Apr 27, 2011 at 11:21 AM
Subject: Newton Heath
To: brianmulligan3@gmail.com
Newton Heath
Fenian men riff
Am Dm
Chorus C Dm
Riff at end Dm loop
Historical dig in Manchester unearthed this gem: an original broadsheet ballad about the local football side
Can you hear the city sing x2
No cos it's three years til they get founded
Glossop and new Brighton are our deadly foes to them we chant
You are going to your abode in a horse drawn ambulance
In your tied cottages in your tied cottages
You look in the privy for something to eat
But the local co operative party have reminded the wealthy of their societal obligations so you get a hearty broth and a lecture on moral certitude
Pitch invaders at Newton Heath
Get transported to the barrier reef
Newton Heath
Don't condemn usto grief
Hurry up and invent Leeds
The tickets are cheap and if you
Sleep nine to a bed then comfort is relative
When we played Sheffield Weds we cried
We've heard more
noise at the foundry
The Replica kits are perfect fits woven in our own looms by our mums
We got Our sponsorship deal with local clog makers Nike by gum
Thornton Heath clack your wooden teeth
And best of all because mass transportation is not yet individualised our supporters all are local not from the home counties
And football has been embraced by the factory workers and shunned by the bourgeois there are no middle class tossers pushing up the prices brawn sandwich brigade
And due to a lack of globalisation no foreign owners can come and bleed clubs dry
Don't condemn usto grief
Hurry up and invent Leeds
Sent from my iPod
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