We can get Michael Duffy on the case.......he's the music man!You would need to make it into a ballad! It’s actually pretty good !hh
How you doin son??It's good but a wee bit long for the GB to belt out at Paradise, maybe it's missing a chorus.
How you doin son??
Brilliant SP Celtic noise’s very own Poet Laureate.Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
Their woes, their woes and their twelve hairy toes
Their sneers and jeers can't hide their fears
Their vile bile and complete denial.
Their moans, their groans, their high-interest loans
They toot their flute and hand over their loot
They flash their sash and waste their cash
So sweet the treat when they face defeat.
Every summer they're going to be coming
Every May they're always running
The hive will strive for 55 (aye, right you are)
When their biggest challenge is just staying alive
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
When they're humped again by the glory Bhoys
The wailing and gnashing of a single tooth
Their blind rejection of the simple truth.
They whinge and whine at the prospect of 9
They're roond the bend at the thought of 10
Their purple heids and hairy backs
Their fear of paying income tax
Rejoice, rejoice at the ibrox noise
They spit the dummy and throw oot the toys
Their stain, their pain, their lack of brain
And all their efforts will be in vain.
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
Their woes, their woes and their twelve hairy toes
Their sneers and jeers can't hide their fears
Their vile bile and complete denial.
Their moans, their groans, their high-interest loans
They toot their flute and hand over their loot
They flash their sash and waste their cash
So sweet the treat when they face defeat.
Every summer they're going to be coming
Every May they're always running
The hive will strive for 55 (aye, right you are)
When their biggest challenge is just staying alive
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
When they're humped again by the glory Bhoys
The wailing and gnashing of a single tooth
Their blind rejection of the simple truth.
They whinge and whine at the prospect of 9
They're roond the bend at the thought of 10
Their purple heids and hairy backs
Their fear of paying income tax
Rejoice, rejoice at the ibrox noise
They spit the dummy and throw oot the toys
Their stain, their pain, their lack of brain
And all their efforts will be in vain.
Meet Meet?????If they’re squad is worth £130m the earth is flat, Noah really was over 800 and the coyote caught roadrunner.
Enjoyed that !!If they believe their squad is worth £130 million that's fine
If they believe that they will stop us doing 9 IAR then that's fine too
If they want to believe that they are going to win the TREBLE next season fantastic Fill your boots?
If they believe that their board is doing a good job then who are we to argue? ?
If they feel that Steven Gerrard is their Great White Hope and has already done a fantastic job then bless their cotton socks?
What I'm saying is we all need to have hope and expectations We have ours so who are we to try and deny them having their's?
The fact that their hopes and expectations are delusional and will no doubt come crashing down around their ears will be attributable only to them no one else
Let's stop getting too upset about their delusions Realistically none of them will come to fruition and if they ever should it will be down to US for allowing them to get anywhere near us
From our position of strength we should have placed ourselves in a position that makes it virtually impossible for them to displace us If we didn't and they do then they are not to blame WE ARE
HH?
Feck off you as well.
Stoap......you need to man up oops
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
Their woes, their woes and their twelve hairy toes
Their sneers and jeers can't hide their fears
Their vile bile and complete denial.
Their moans, their groans, their high-interest loans
They toot their flute and hand over their loot
They flash their sash and waste their cash
So sweet the treat when they face defeat.
Every summer they're going to be coming
Every May they're always running
The hive will strive for 55 (aye, right you are)
When their biggest challenge is just staying alive
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
When they're humped again by the glory Bhoys
The wailing and gnashing of a single tooth
Their blind rejection of the simple truth.
They whinge and whine at the prospect of 9
They're roond the bend at the thought of 10
Their purple heids and hairy backs
Their fear of paying income tax
Rejoice, rejoice at the ibrox noise
They spit the dummy and throw oot the toys
Their stain, their pain, their lack of brain
And all their efforts will be in vain.
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
Their woes, their woes and their twelve hairy toes
Their sneers and jeers can't hide their fears
Their vile bile and complete denial.
Their moans, their groans, their high-interest loans
They toot their flute and hand over their loot
They flash their sash and waste their cash
So sweet the treat when they face defeat.
Every summer they're going to be coming
Every May they're always running
The hive will strive for 55 (aye, right you are)
When their biggest challenge is just staying alive
Oh the joys, oh the joys of the ibrox noise
When they're humped again by the glory Bhoys
The wailing and gnashing of a single tooth
Their blind rejection of the simple truth.
They whinge and whine at the prospect of 9
They're roond the bend at the thought of 10
Their purple heids and hairy backs
Their fear of paying income tax
Rejoice, rejoice at the ibrox noise
They spit the dummy and throw oot the toys
Their stain, their pain, their lack of brain
And all their efforts will be in vain.
Thing is Ste, it's not their squad they're talking about, it's only around 6-7 players ?Nearly choked on my cornflakes reading this?
Shammy here's a coming out song for you to dance in yer y-fronts to