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A Song For Our Chris, WITH A BIT OF CHOREOGRAPHY! To the tune of Hokey-Cokey. Our Chrissy doesn't rant. He doesn't shout. Rant, shout, rant, shout, NO, he's classy not a lout. Fans clench their fists together and put their arms out straight in a forklift stylee. You do the Chrissy Hughton and...

Dunky's got his pants on. Hip hip hip hooray. Oh, Dunky's got his pants on and we're Champions today. I thank you.