Listening to a chant at the Liverpool game last night, a song to the tune of 'Viva Rondaldo' sprang to mind.
BHA, we are BHA
The Seagulls fly
And the Palace die
we are BHA:guitar::guitar:
Or could be:
Viva Orlandi
Viva Orlandi
beats them on the wing
as the seagulls sing
My lovely horse, running through the field
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist
My lovely horse, you're a pony no more
Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...
My lovely horse, running through the field
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist
My lovely horse, you're a pony no more
Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...