Libertine

Just call me LibBaby. ---------------------------------------- We built this t-shirt We built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt We built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Say you don't know me or recognize my flakes Say you don't care what goes in that pastry case Knee deep in the cheap pork, sinking in your teeth Too many happy-claps, eating up the grease My rolls they aren’t from Hampshires, they went bust so long ago, don't you remember? We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Someone's always saying, “keep the fans engaged” Who cares, they're always buying polyester frames It’s just twenty-four quid, gotta pay Jon’s wage Fans call us irresponsible, take it off the page! My rolls they aren’t from Hampshires, they went bust so long ago, don't you remember? We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls It's just another Tuesday in old Filbert Street The sausage rolls have gone cold, oh, and we just want some meat! Who counts the money in the Fanstore? Who makes the white attire that you can’t afford? Don't say you don’t need us, 'cause we're a ship of fools Looking for your chairman, flouting finance rules Don't you remember? (Remember) My rolls they aren’t from Hampshires, they went bust so long ago, don't you remember? We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls

Just call me LibBaby. ---------------------------------------- We built this t-shirt We built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt We built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Say you don't know me or recognize my flakes Say you don't care what goes in that pastry case Knee deep in the cheap pork, sinking in your teeth Too many happy-claps, eating up the grease My rolls they aren’t from Hampshires, they went bust so long ago, don't you remember? We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Someone's always saying, “keep the fans engaged” Who cares, they're always buying polyester frames It’s just twenty-four quid, gotta pay Jon’s wage Fans call us irresponsible, take it off the page! My rolls they aren’t from Hampshires, they went bust so long ago, don't you remember? We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls It's just another Tuesday in old Filbert Street The sausage rolls have gone cold, oh, and we just want some meat! Who counts the money in the Fanstore? Who makes the white attire that you can’t afford? Don't say you don’t need us, 'cause we're a ship of fools Looking for your chairman, flouting finance rules Don't you remember? (Remember) My rolls they aren’t from Hampshires, they went bust so long ago, don't you remember? We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls We built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls Built this t-shirt, we built this t-shirt with sausage rolls

This swill not saus-age well.

Ellie is ethereal.

Thinking again about investing in air con. Anyone got any recommendations of installers?

Yeh it’s just another part of LiveNation/Ticketmaster I think, have used them regularly anyway.

A- Steve Walsh B- Garry Parker C- Emile Heskey D- Muzzy Izzett E- Paddy McCarthy F- Matt Oakley G- Martyn Waghorn H- Shinji Okazaki I- Youri Tielemans J- Maddison K- Iheanacho

Yeh some of it is dialled up to 11 for comedic effect.

Someone on Twitter asked for blink-182 a few weeks ago. Took Ric's ball and ran with it. I MISS YOU (ENZO) - WINKS-182 Hello, there Midfielder from my nightmare The pass stat padding worst fraud of them all The unsuspecting victim Of Cooper’s lack of tactics We can play some tippy-tappy if you want Where you can pass to Ricky And we will top the league at Christmas And in this flight, possession never ends Possession never ends I miss you, Enzo I miss you, Enzo WINKSY: Where are you? And I'm so sorry I cannot sleep at Seagrave tonight You’d think somebody on my wage... This slick, rich smart-ass Comes jogging on, so listless every time And from the bench, I counted The stats from all the strikers Shanking things and hitting shots so wide Like indecision to call you And hear your voice of reason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight Don't waste your time on me, I'm already Gone when my contract ends (I miss you, Enzo) Don't waste your time on me, I'm already Gone when my contract ends (I miss you, Enzo) Don't waste your time on me, I'm already Gone when my contract ends (I miss you, Enzo) Don't waste your time on me, I'm already Gone when my contract ends (I miss you, Enzo)

Just got to the end song, another stunning piece of work. Sounded great quality too.

Exceptional work again @Anonymous F.O.X. Love how Dre/Ric developed a British accent too.

Thought it was alright tbh. Always gonna be some cringe bits with these type of things, especially for the first episode. Potential at least.

This seems to be going down well.

Yeh first episode on Saturday, hope it turns out good. A few comics on there I quite like from Insta etc.

WALK A-WAY Now there's a backseat owner That's a frequent no-shower From Bangkok, my boy Top, he say Said you ain't seen bluffin' Til you've seen Jonny Rudkin And he's sure to get a raise in pay From our own dear leader That's a real people pleaser And he can’t ever be dismissed But the worst thing about it Was the black hole in the budget And it started a big deficit, like this We stop winnin’ and ‘Goals Against’ balloons And Wout’s arms just fly up in the air Seein’ hardly any dribbles with young Skippy in the middle And they grinning like they just don't care So we took a big chance On a lad in France With a loanee who was ready to play Sadly though we were still losin’ But we knew what we were doin’ When we told Top just to walk away TOP: They told me to Walk away! / Top don’t stay! Walk away! / Top don’t stay! Walk away! / Top don’t stay! Well just make me more rich! It’s so easy Facing yawnin’ Mavididi Luke Thomas, Hamza, Caleb and Reid Anything we pay these From the threadbare coffers Shouldn’t be more than 50p A squad of work-shy losers Stealin’ livings on the daily All we want is you to put in a shift But with p*ss-poor players And a defence thin like paper We’re just wanting you to play the kids, like this We ain’t winning with these goons and buffoons Leave the club dying, don’t even care Seein’ hardly any dribbles with young Skippy in the middle Ben O.G.ing like ol’ Frank Sinclair Patson fluffed a big chance and tripped over his pants With a miss you’d remember all day Wasn't me they were foolin cause we knew what we were doin when we told Top to just walk away TOP: They told me to Walk away! / Top don’t stay! Walk away! / Top don’t stay! Walk away! / Top don’t stay! Well just make me more rich!

Thought it was time for a genre change. THE MASTERPLAN Take the time to make some sense Of how we try to play And cast the turds away upon the waves Hit and hope with no success From a ship of dopes today And as they land behind scoreboards Tell them to appear no more Say it loud, and sing it proud today And then Dance if you wanna dance Please, Daka, take a chance You know we're gonna go Downwards we’re gonna go All we know is that we don't know How we climb the league Please don’t cry Ricky P Claps in the empty stands Won't make us understand We're all part of Top’s master plan Say it loud, and sing it proud today I'm not saying Rowett’s wrong It's up to him to make The best of all the dross that comes our way 'Cause everything that's signed is crap The answer's in the upper brass There's four and twenty million dorks On one KP corridor Say it loud, and sing it proud And then Dance if you wanna dance Please, Daka, take a chance You know we're gonna go Downwards we’re gonna go All we know is that we don't know How we climb the league Please don’t cry Ricky P Claps in the empty stands Won't make us understand We're all part of Top’s master plan

Nominations for me to work on this week peeps?

Best one yet @Anonymous F.O.X. Exceptional work!

Just played through Neva today. Beautiful game. Recommend if you liked Gris, it’s by the same team. Basically the same game with a different theme.

Tell me this isn't the face of a man who knows he's shit

If there’s a way to monetise this very niche skill, I’m all ears.

City Clanger (FKA Country Grammar) Mmmm, we’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now Mmmm, you can find me in St. Mary’s eyein’ up duds Spaffing on subs for clubs, f*ckin' up like Patson's scuffs Jonny Rud, gettin' mugged and wreckin' clubs Crap and muck, Wout Faes and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, accumulated enough scratch just to Exaggerate it, fans celebrated in Rome and there's Moped aided fans bailin' while I'm entertainin' Wild, ain't it? How me and money get acquainted Plus I hang with Enzo Maresca (uh-uh-uh) So feel me when I wing it Sing it loud (what?), sing “yeah we want Rudkin out” List a mile long of flaws, I'm hopeless, above the law Players - my style's poor, I'm born to slack, like Kane’s jaw Forget the fame and the glamour, sign my bills with a rubber stamper Big spender economics, grins, comic and chronic That’s my logic, it's ironic, banning haters like profits Contracts inked 'til the day I die, and I run more game than the Sheep and Forest We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now Who say speccy boys can't be mild -, frowned -, King Power crowned and it's Foul and ruining the club to bust with no pounds then "How then?" Ask me again and we’re goin' down then Now then, come to the KP and watch me clown then Poundin', what you be givin' when I'm around and Frownin', takin' that - when I leave the town then Say now, can you cones come out to play now? Hey, I'm ready to sign you up any day now Play by my rules, boo, you ain’t gon' comply May I avoid awkward questions for the Thais Say hi to my players left gettin’ hammered From St. Mary’s to Andrew’s, from Bristol back up to Middlesboro Pride Park, KP, West Brom down to The Valley Deepdale, Sheffield Wednesday strugglers down to Fratton Hillsborough, gettin paid off while City Clanger Rudkin - Temu Santa - blow thirty mil' like a spanner We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now Let's show these cats to waste these millions Say you - “quit actin' silly, Jon” “Kid’s quicker than Bobby, Jon”, talkin' Richards and I need Dujuan Duds-I-pick-em-freely-Jon, instead of Jeremy Mon Top’s empty seater, Jon, no dollar for Tielemans See me, Jon, chiefin', failin' higher than any Jon Through Collins John, through the City back up to Thailand We sign players, shite players who wreck your life and they Tripe when they don't produce and sell for half the price ‘cause they (hot shit) Thais AWOL all over, to May from October From broke to even broker, my price-range is loaners Now I'm relyin’ on Hamza, let me in now, let me in now Please Sheikh, Mansour, just let me in now Spend now, I need money to lend my friends now We in now, Jordan James, Divine’s in 10 now A win now (phew!), - Leicester need wins now Seein' now, but amen I pray this ends now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now

Ooooh that's a shout.

Ya want The Streets? You can't handle The Streets! @Ric Flair SHIT BUT YOU KNOW IT See, I reckon we’ll concede about eight or, gosh, nine Maybe even nine and a half in four years’ time That blue Leicester top you've got on, it is nice Bit too much King Power, though, but yeah, you score high But there's just one little thing that's really, really Really, really annoying me about you, you see Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really shit But my gosh, don't you just know it? I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? So when I thought of you standing there with your horse I was waiting in the queue, down in the concourse Wondering whether we’ll start Aribo or Skipp Or what the shrapnel in Jon’s back pocket could afford When I noticed down in the annals of my mind Standing with an erection, your eyes locked on your horse We couldn't concentrate on what we wanted to avoid Which “confirmed our place” in the League One we abhor, yeah I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? Whoa! (Leave it out) Are you signing crap or something? (Leave it out) Jon, just leave it, just leave it We cannot have that midfielder in this establishment (Leave it out) It's not worth it, Jon, just leave it Don't touch me It's not worth it Don't touch me (Leave it out) Don't t—look, I'm alright, don't touch me For a while there I was thinking, "Yeah, but, what if?" Picturing the lads bagging with class white away kit Cheering you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the tracksuit behind us lot queuing Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit That yeah, yeah, you are shit and yeah, I do hate it But I clock Sharky a minute clapping Skipp and Winks I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? Oi, and just as you started to make your big advance With the free beer and that little doughnut in hand I was like, nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there, smiling, overspending and Gleaming away with your happy clappy looking fans But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but you just brushed right past And into the arms of that f***ing tracksuited man I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? Oh, oi, what do I give a f***? We've won the Prem anyway (Whoa, we've all got a cup, mate...) We’ve had some Thai monks, we've had a few, fair play I got this thinkpiece I nabbed off of TheFosseWay This flight's not even League One - yet, yes, oh yay I def can see you are shit, though, yeah, I must say I would rather we hadn't megged ourselves on display But this is just another case of Ayew stopping play In an otherwise total redo of a Holloway I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it?