Song for Slade and Brighton?

[rothergull]

Im no Macca, but maybe something like>>>

Hang your Seagull shirt and scarf out on the line
For today the Sussex sun is gona shine
Russell Slade has come to save us
And to clear those clouds of grey
Fill your hearts with pride and sing us on our way

SO HERE WE ARE BRIGHTON N HOVE ALBION
EVERYBODY BETTER RUN
LOOK TO THE FUTURE NOW
THE GOOD TIMES HAVE BEGUN.

(merry xmas everybody)

Crap I know, so any better ideas?

 

[Notters]

 

[Superphil]

We're just a team full of loaners
Team full of loaners
.......

We don't know our team
we don't know our team
We don't know
we don't know
We don't know our team
LOANERS!

 

[Spider]

I like that song!

 

[sam86]

We're just a team full of loaners
Team full of loaners

Brilliant.

 

[sam86]

Posted it in the other 'songs for Slade' thread, but here you go again.

"We got Slade, We got Slade, We got Russell Slade,
Ohhh, how long will it be, 'til we wish that Micky stayed!"

Obviously to Jingle Bells...
**Note: this is a joke. I don't wish Micky stayed**

 

[smudge]

My friend Stan, is an Albion fan, oh yeah.

For the Slade experts out there!

 

[magoo]

Cum on feel the boyz!

 

[turienzo's lovechild]

slade, slade, whomever you may be
you eat dogs in your home country
but it could be worse, you could be a scouse
eating rats in your council house

 

[Yoda]

Who are ya?

 

[Storer68]

We're just a team full of loaners
Team full of loaners
.......

We don't know our team
we don't know our team
We don't know
we don't know
We don't know our team
LOANERS!

or

"Who are we?
Who are we?.


and on Tuesday night I think we should ditch Sussex by The Sea as our "come out" music and instead stroll onto the pitch accompanied to the dulcet tones of "Who are you?" by The Who

Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
Tell me, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
Tell me, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
cause I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
cause I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who? )
Who are you?
Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?

 

[murraymints4brighton]

slade, slade, whomever you may be
you eat dogs in your home country
but it could be worse, you could be a scouse
eating rats in your council house

Im sure Russel and Jim Mcnulty will love that. well done

 

[Gav1901]

Russell Slades blue and white army

 

[turienzo's lovechild]

sunday, monday, russell slade!
tuesday, wednesday, russell slade!
thursday, friday, russell slade!
saturday! russell slade!
rockin' all week with youuuuuuu!

 

[Jamie]

He's got no hair but we don't care
Russell Russell Slade

 

[timco]

How does it feel runnin' around
'round
'round?
How does it feel watchin' from upside down?
'Cos many years from now

There will be new sensations and new temptations
How does it feel?

How does it feel right at the start?
And how does it feel when you are thrown apart?
'Cos many years from now
There will be new elations and new frustrations
How does it feel?

Do you know
know
know what it's like
To be searchin' in your own time?
AII your attempting
experimenting all on the climb.
Do you know
know
know what it's like
To be searchin' and suddenly find
AII your illusion
all your confusion all left behind?
How does it feel turnin' away?
And how does it feel facing another day?
'Cos many years from now
There will be newer poisons and new horizons
How does it feel?

Do you know
know
know what it's like . . .
'Cos many years from nqw
There will be new tomorros and still some sorrows
How does it feel?

Do you know
know
know what it's like


I just think my favourite Slade song fits perfect!

 

[HG201]

sunday, monday, russell slade!
tuesday, wednesday, russell slade!
thursday, friday, russell slade!
saturday! russell slade!
rockin' all week with youuuuuuu!

 

[Djmiles]

sunday, monday, russell slade!
tuesday, wednesday, russell slade!
thursday, friday, russell slade!
saturday! russell slade!
rockin' all week with youuuuuuu!

I like it

 

[watsongooal]

To the tune of Hey Jude:

Smack my bitch up" scratched in the back ground
Kool Keith:
Ced all of 'em ain't like that
But you know what I do to the ones that are? AWW MAN!
Ced Gee:
Yo I know what you mean, but uhh
Yo just like further your rap a little
Kool Keith:
Aw f*** it, I'm like Steve the wildman
f*** the bitch that has no style man
I'm mega pimp, the biggest pimp in New York
Everywhere I go you follow wherever I walk
On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice
To show her my mansion, my custom Rolls Royce
I'm large, so let me call up the president
Or Micheal Jackson, or Frank Sinatra
with 200 hundred million dollars, baby I got'cha
A hotdog, now take a coke and a frank
And if you think I'm a fool, what the f*** do you think
That you thought like Nellie, with her big belly
Walkin around smellin pissy and smelly
Givin it all you got, tryin to work and jerk
Flirt berzerk, you ain't fly
Because a fly has wings, and I'll swat 'em
Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice
To step to the next man
You got that problem from your Ex-man
Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob
I'm not a scrambler, I pickpocket a theif
I just max at hunts point, and clock on the East
Smack my bitch up!
"Smack My Bitch Up" scratched in back ground
See that's all you have to do Ced
That's all you got to do, I'm tellin you, WORD
Ced Gee:
So it's that easy? Yo I kinda know what your talkin about Keith
I think I do, but uhh, bust this
And sum it up with just one verse, so you can hear this Ultramore
Just listen, listen(I'm listening)
So if a bitch try to play me like a dum dum
All she'll get is a face full of cum cum
cum cum sticky, wet and drippy
A face full of hickies, she'll never kiss me
Cause when you try to jerk me you lose
I haven't got time for that so I choose
To get a quick nut, wearin a jimmy hat
Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a Mega mack
Gamma pimpin, to bitches that haven't got
Know how to live when you treat 'em right from the start
So bust this, trust this, justice
If the bitche ain't shit you must get
even like me, cut her off or train 'em right
If you can choose, you must whip her every night
All jokes aside, Ced Gee I'm not havin this
Got no time for games, I'd rather get
Money and money and than more money
Ced Gee ain't no dummy, and you'll never run me
I'ma shoot the gift, cut the riff
A girl ain't legit.... I'ma smack the bitch
"Smack My Bitch Up" scratched in background
Kool Keith:
Yeah, that's what you had to do, that's all you had to do man
That'll relieve a lot of the problem
You had to smack the bitch
Ced Gee:
(Laughing)Yo baby, youse a sick brother
That's how I feel, but you know what?
Just smackin a bitch up, y'know what?
Why don't you tell me some more about this?
Kool Keith:
Now let me see now, how much I got in my stash
1 million, 20 million, 30 million, 40 million
Hmm, I'll never marry an ass, f*** it
Let's take a ride on a cruise
Go out to Puerto Rico and drink some booze
Divorcee, freaky dominant chocha
With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya
I'm chillin, like a motherfuckin mack and
Furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packin
Swass and large, I'm comin so gigantic
Sailin across, steppin down the Atlantic
I'm mega pimp pushing hoes like records
Up and down, side to side, North and South
East and West, comin out fresh, like oxygen
Now see who rocks again
Time and time I gotta circle the blocks again
Pick up the bitch with the heavier cash flow
Stop and go, keep my bank and my stash low
Rhymes to move on, flowin to Hollywood
Shake up the boulevard, and then they say how you could
Pull up in 8 cars, atruck and a bus
"you must be crazy man" (Hey, you fuckin with us?)
Goin mega pimp, hangin out with the government
Payin my taxes, and thinkin intelligent
For the upscale, 20 billion a day
Smack my bitch up
"Smack My Bitch Up" scratched in the background
(Ced and Keith conversate in the background to low to hear till end)

 

[R. Slicker]

He's got no hair but we don't care
Russell Russell Slade

I can't go tomorrow but I expect to hear at least one rousing chorus of this on scr tomorrow.