Libertine

LEAGUE ONE CALLING - THE TRASH League One calling to the wantaway clowns Our form is impaired, and Leicester come down League One calling to the blunderworld Prepare for the Hudders, you boys and girls League One calling, now don't look to us Phoney KP-mania has bitten the dust League One calling, see we ain't got no wins Except for that one over the Bristol gimps The Ice Kings aren't coming, and Jon's perusing Meltdown expected, defeats are wearing thin Ayew stops running, and we drop a tier 'Cause Leicester is drowning, and I heave by the river League One calling to the relegation zone Forget it brother, you can't go it alone League One calling, and Bromley's ahead Quit holding out, and die another death League One calling, and I don't wanna shout But while we were honking, I saw you sneaking out League One calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that loan with the functioning eyes The Ice Kings aren't coming, and Jon's perusing Ayew stops running, the wins are growing thin A schoolboy error, and we drop a tier 'Cause Leicester is drowning, and I, I heave by the river Now get this... League One calling, yes, I was there too And you know what we said? Well, all of it was true! League One calling and Khun Top's in denial And after all this, won't you give him a smile? League One calling... I never felt so much dislike dislike dislike dislike...

WAGE ODDITY by CITY AREBUST Wage control’s a failure, Jon Wage control’s a failure, Jon Check your first team bills and whack a bonus on Wage control’s a failure, Jon (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six) Commencing countdown to League One (Five, four, three, two, one) Exec position, and may Top’s love be with you This is Wage Control to Failure Jon You've really made a waste And the papers they all know the purse is bare Now it's time to solve the cashflow if you dare This is Failure Jon to Wage Control I’ve blessings from the board And I'm gloating in a most peculiar way And the squad looks very deficient today For here Am I sitting in the West Stand Far above the turds City fans are blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand pounds I'm feeling very chill And I think my wage slip knows which way to go Tell my boss I love him very much, he knows Wage Control to Failure Jon Your club is dead, it’s all gone wrong Can you hear me, Failure Jon? Can you hear me, Failure Jon? Can you hear me, Failure Jon? Can you- Here am I gloating 'round my West Stand Far above the turds City fans are blue And there's nothing I can do

Thank you for keeping us abreast of the situation.

Maybe we need to get a request in from Brenda's cousin, Kaypie Yout.

Unbelievable this hasn't been done yet. Sugar, We’re Going Down Can I shop in the bargain bin yet? I've been dying to pay you anything you want for years 'Cause Skipp gets 50 grand a week Sit on my ass, dreaming of Winks in League One I'm just a blob in a tracksuit, but Toppy he calls me Big Jon Across our shirts BC.Game The goals are leaking in, and increasing For the wrong team We're going down, down with a Premier ground And sugar, we're going down stinking I'll be your number one with Thai tourists A bloated training complex, lock it and sell it We're going down, down with a Premier ground And sugar, we're going down stinking I'll be your number one with Thai tourists A bloated training complex, lock it and sell it Is this more than you budgeted for yet? Oh, don't mind me, I'm selling Bilal for no profit Wishing to be the subject of your memes Isn't it messed up now that our budget is so slim? I'm just a blob in a tracksuit, but Toppy he calls me Big Jon Across our shirts BC.Game The goals are leaking in, and increasing For the wrong team We're going down, down with a Premier ground And sugar, we're going down stinking I'll be your number one with Thai tourists A bloated training complex, lock it and sell it We're going down, down with a Premier ground And sugar, we're going down stinking I'll be your number one with Thai tourists A bloated training complex, lock it and sell it

Son of a Business Man – Rusty Midfield Aiyawatt was ol’ Vichai's son And when his daddy bought City he came along When they gathered 'round and started talkin' That's when Top he would take me walkin' All round the club shop we'd go walkin' Then he'd look into my eyes Lord knows, to my surprise The only one who would ever keep me Was the son of a business man The only boy who never released me Was the son of a business man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was Signing duds isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come and tell me "We promote next season" He'd kiss and tell me "Jon promote this season" Can I raise a wage again tonight? The only one who would ever keep me Was the son of a business man The only boy who never released me Was the son of a business man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, Lord knows, he was (yes, he was) How well I remember The look that was in his eyes Appealin’ league punishments on the sly Overseein’ steep decline Tellin' me that he's all mine Earnin’ nothin’ but always owing Lookin' to see how much we've blown and The only one who would ever keep me Was the son of a business man The only boy who never released me Was the son of a business man Yes, he was, he was, oh, yes, he was He was the sweet-talkin' son of a business man (The only boy who would ever keep me) I kissed me the son of a business man (The only one who could never remove me) The sweet-lovin' son of a business man (The only one who could never lose me) (Was the son of a business man) (The only one who could never ditch me)

Best episode of the new Scrubs yet this week IMO.

Please send me my ones, cheers bud.

Back at it, lads. Won’t Stop Conceding – Journey(men) Just a small-town nerd Livin' in a loanee world He took the gravy train going no-o-where Just a City boy Born and raised in South Wigston He took the gravy train going no-o-where A winger in a smoky room A string of highlights from YouTube Asks them if they can sign tonight It goes on and on and on and on Agents waitin' Up the Western Boulevard Aribo’s for sale at the right price Skipp’s price, steepened Really earning that promotion Hidin' somewhere to Top’s right Blowing up the club’s wage bill Jonny Rud, he wants a thrill Payin' anything to roll the dice Just one more time None we’ll win, most we'll lose Some will always clap the blues But the booing never ends It goes on and on and on and on Agents waitin' Up the Western Boulevard Ayew's for sale at a high price Skipp’s price, steepened Really earning that promotion Hidin' somewhere to Top’s right Won't stop concedin’ Club’s always appealin’ These shite, people Won't stop concedin’ League Oooone These shite, people Won't stop concedin’ Club's always appealin’ These shite, people

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I’m throwing in a suggestion of @Anonymous F.O.X. balaclavas. Perfect for the protests too.

Great pod again guys, along with the songs. Desperate to hear @Katy's Nepo Paradise!

Where’s @Phil Mitchell when you need him?

always believed in the guy! What a strike!

This keeper man.

Here comes Vesteh

I frigging could I tell you.

Work to do. 💪🏻

Does that mean we have to be nice about Skippy now?

Oooh do tell.

We genuinely are like the basketball players stripped of their ability by aliens in Space Jam. Except most of ours never had any in the first place.

FML are we actually losing

Gerrin! Now everyone behave and don’t score again!

Sheeeiiiite.

She's a lucky woman by the sounds of that!