Ric Flair Live & Direct on BSLB Podcast

[Katy]

1 minute ago, Libertine said:

Ask and you shall receive...

 

Let’s Push Things Backwards 

 

This ain't just down, it's pure defeat 
Make it complete 
So what's the story? 
Guaranteed idiocy, come take your seat 
Latest technology, ticket cards at the KP 
Huge but recoupable advance 
Macquarie be vigilant 
We excel in both failure and incompetence 
So let's post our sh*t graphics 
And we'll have a little clap, shall we? 

No goals pitch, just media tripe 
Pure b*llocks, nice and ripe 
We speak no communication, ignore gripes 
It's just your archetypal modern ground 
Scan for any sound - North, South, East, West 
Silence all round and leave early in mounds 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

As we regress to zero points 
I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint 
But this ain't your typical League One joint 
We get sponsors with “due diligence” 
They're a real firm, we’re stringent  
That KBet shirt, it's fake son
We got the settlement 
And KP entrancement 

Adjust your expectancy 
Sign old bangers, not Bentleys 
Leave that to the contract bodger 
And small statured 55 percent shareholder 
You won't see us face Aston Villa 
Man United, or Sevilla 
We're gonna need more clappers 
Throw out the doughnuts and free p*ss-weak Singha 
Crank it up for the Aiyawatt 

Strikers ready with the potshots, the plop thickens 
Shit opposition in this sub-standard division 
But remember promote next season 
Remember, promote next season 
Internal review still unwriitten 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

They say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

Ticket renewals? No, more fans ditch us 
Anthony, fix this! 
Around 'ere we pay turds huge riches 
As Leicester City burns down, Jon is failing up 
Turns out you’re in luck 
So I know this dodgy **** in Bangkok 
So it's just another larb stick from your favourite City owner 
Case you geezers don't know it 
Let's Push Things Backwards 
Got no supporters, it’s pure torture 

Calling all ballers, forum dawdlers 
Careful-what-you-wish-for-ers, City clawless 
Love us or hate us, but don't slate us 
We were in League One once 
Flop signings with zero starts, got the duds 
Crocked stars, troubles a much with J Rud 
Let's push things backwards 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

They say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

Is that the Streets song? That’s incredible! 

[Ric Flair]

12 minutes ago, Libertine said:

Ask and you shall receive...

 

Let’s Push Things Backwards 

 

This ain't just down, it's pure defeat 
Make it complete 
So what's the story? 
Guaranteed idiocy, come take your seat 
Latest technology, ticket cards at the KP 
Huge but recoupable advance 
Macquarie be vigilant 
We excel in both failure and incompetence 
So let's post our sh*t graphics 
And we'll have a little clap, shall we? 

No goals pitch, just media tripe 
Pure b*llocks, nice and ripe 
We speak no communication, ignore gripes 
It's just your archetypal modern ground 
Scan for any sound - North, South, East, West 
Silence all round and leave early in mounds 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

As we regress to zero points 
I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint 
But this ain't your typical League One joint 
We get sponsors with “due diligence” 
They're a real firm, we’re stringent  
That KBet shirt, it's fake son
We got the settlement 
And KP entrancement 

Adjust your expectancy 
Sign old bangers, not Bentleys 
Leave that to the contract bodger 
And small statured 55 percent shareholder 
You won't see us face Aston Villa 
Man United, or Sevilla 
We're gonna need more clappers 
Throw out the doughnuts and free p*ss-weak Singha 
Crank it up for the Aiyawatt 

Strikers ready with the potshots, the plop thickens 
Shit opposition in this sub-standard division 
But remember promote next season 
Remember, promote next season 
Internal review still unwriitten 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

They say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

Ticket renewals? No, more fans ditch us 
Anthony, fix this! 
Around 'ere we pay turds huge riches 
As Leicester City burns down, Jon is failing up 
Turns out you’re in luck 
So I know this dodgy **** in Bangkok 
So it's just another larb stick from your favourite City owner 
Case you geezers don't know it 
Let's Push Things Backwards 
Got no supporters, it’s pure torture 

Calling all ballers, forum dawdlers 
Careful-what-you-wish-for-ers, City clawless 
Love us or hate us, but don't slate us 
We were in League One once 
Flop signings with zero starts, got the duds 
Crocked stars, troubles a much with J Rud 
Let's push things backwards 

 

You say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

 

They say that every player loves the game 
Then you go buy them 
Skill is elusive my friend 
Let's push things backwards 

Let's have a little clap (Brendan) shall we

 

OUTSTANDING

[Ric Flair]

Small statured 55% shareholder 😂

[SafewayFox]

Great pod again.

 

Surprised that no one brought up 12 more months of Winksy?

 

Also, @Libertine any legs to do Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch?

 

[Libertine]

12 hours ago, Katy said:

I’m pretty sure you could come up with something using Missing by Everything but the Girl. 

Voila.

 

MISSING - EVERYTHING BUT THE GOAL

 

I step off the train 
I'm walking Filbert Street again 
Think of before 
But you don't play here anymore 
Feels years since you've been there 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
Like Cremonese 
You've found some better place 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
Could you be dead? 
You always were two steps ahead 
Of everyone 
We’d watch as you chugged on Red Bull 
I’d look as you sh*thouse 
And I can almost hear you shout 
To the gang 
To warn them "Chat sh*t, get banged!” 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
Back on the train 
I ask why did I come again 
God what a mess 
The current team offer no f***ing press 
And the years have proved 
To offer nothing since you moved 
You're long gone 
But I can't move on 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
I step off the train 
I'm walking Filbert Street again 
Think of before 
I guess you don't play here anymore 
Feels years since you've been there 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
Like Cremonese 
You've found some hotter place 
And I miss you 
And I miss you 
You've found some better place 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you, yeah 
Like our Patson missed his aim 

Like our Patson missed his aim 

Like our Patson missed his aim 

[Katy]

10 minutes ago, Libertine said:

Voila.

 

MISSING - EVERYTHING BUT THE GOAL

 

I step off the train 
I'm walking Filbert Street again 
Think of before 
But you don't play here anymore 
Feels years since you've been there 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
Like Cremonese 
You've found some better place 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
Could you be dead? 
You always were two steps ahead 
Of everyone 
We’d watch as you chugged on Red Bull 
I’d look as you sh*thouse 
And I can almost hear you shout 
To the gang 
To warn them "Chat sh*t, get banged!” 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
Back on the train 
I ask why did I come again 
God what a mess 
The current team offer no f***ing press 
And the years have proved 
To offer nothing since you moved 
You're long gone 
But I can't move on 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
I step off the train 
I'm walking Filbert Street again 
Think of before 
I guess you don't play here anymore 
Feels years since you've been there 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
Like Cremonese 
You've found some hotter place 
And I miss you 
And I miss you 
You've found some better place 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you, yeah 
Like our Patson missed his aim 

Like our Patson missed his aim 

Like our Patson missed his aim 

I knew you wouldn’t disappoint 😁👏🏻 

[Claudio Fannieri]

1 hour ago, Libertine said:

Voila.

 

MISSING - EVERYTHING BUT THE GOAL

 

I step off the train 
I'm walking Filbert Street again 
Think of before 
But you don't play here anymore 
Feels years since you've been there 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
Like Cremonese 
You've found some better place 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
Could you be dead? 
You always were two steps ahead 
Of everyone 
We’d watch as you chugged on Red Bull 
I’d look as you sh*thouse 
And I can almost hear you shout 
To the gang 
To warn them "Chat sh*t, get banged!” 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
Back on the train 
I ask why did I come again 
God what a mess 
The current team offer no f***ing press 
And the years have proved 
To offer nothing since you moved 
You're long gone 
But I can't move on 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
 
I step off the train 
I'm walking Filbert Street again 
Think of before 
I guess you don't play here anymore 
Feels years since you've been there 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
Like Cremonese 
You've found some hotter place 
And I miss you 
And I miss you 
You've found some better place 
 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you 
Like our Patson missed his aim 
And I miss you, yeah 
Like our Patson missed his aim 

Like our Patson missed his aim 

Like our Patson missed his aim 

Absolutely superb work 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[BrummieFOX]

We should get that geezer who did the Yann Kermogant song to perform some of these live.

[orangecity23]

10 hours ago, SafewayFox said:

Great pod again.

 

Surprised that no one brought up 12 more months of Winksy?

 

Also, @Libertine any legs to do Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch?

 

I'll have a go

 

Haha, well now
We call this the act of trying
But there are several other very important differences
Between LCFC and normal clubs that you should know about

 

Sweat, Ayew, sweat, Ayew this is a goal drought
Me and Daka do the kind of stuff that no fans would sing about
So put your hands on my back and I'll dive and I'll cough
Yes, I'm Rowett, yes, I'm Filbert
And you're getting pulled right off
You've had enough of poor first touch
You want promote, we're going down
Players unbothered, defence not covered
A fixture list versus Mansfield Town
Shirt says BC Game, no sense of shame
Just like Foxton locks you are inclined
To make me leave the game early before the board for stoppage Time

Top and Rudkin, ain't nothin' but flannels
Run the club like its on the Comedy Channel
(Do it again now)
Top and Rudkin, ain't nothin' but flannels
Run the club like its on the Comedy Channel
(Goin' down now)

Seagrave, got a golf course like Mar a Lago
Training ground? Vestys doggy pound, and it comes with a free transfer embargo
Internal review, let's give it a view, what Rudkin wrote I've got to see
He's added a motion, that he needs a promotion 
With pay rise advisory
So if I fail Psr, gone too far, B-5, you sunk my Championship
Please turn me over, I'm Mr. Teamsheet with an automatic Skipp
A balance sheet, I'll show you mine, "game Time"
There's nought on just like Kyle
Incomes taken Mcquarrie style
More stuff removed than the Epstein Files

(repeat chorus until end - song or club, whichever comes first)

[Libertine]

28 minutes ago, orangecity23 said:

I'll have a go

 

Haha, well now
We call this the act of trying
But there are several other very important differences
Between LCFC and normal clubs that you should know about

 

Sweat, Ayew, sweat, Ayew this is a goal drought
Me and Daka do the kind of stuff that no fans would sing about
So put your hands on my back and I'll dive and I'll cough
Yes, I'm Rowett, yes, I'm Filbert
And you're getting pulled right off
You've had enough of poor first touch
You want promote, we're going down
Players unbothered, defence not covered
A fixture list versus Mansfield Town
Shirt says BC Game, no sense of shame
Just like Foxton locks you are inclined
To make me leave the game early before the board for stoppage Time

Top and Rudkin, ain't nothin' but flannels
Run the club like its on the Comedy Channel
(Do it again now)
Top and Rudkin, ain't nothin' but flannels
Run the club like its on the Comedy Channel
(Goin' down now)

Seagrave, got a golf course like Mar a Lago
Training ground? Vestys doggy pound, and it comes with a free transfer embargo
Internal review, let's give it a view, what Rudkin wrote I've got to see
He's added a motion, that he needs a promotion 
With pay rise advisory
So if I fail Psr, gone too far, B-5, you sunk my Championship
Please turn me over, I'm Mr. Teamsheet with an automatic Skipp
A balance sheet, I'll show you mine, "game Time"
There's nought on just like Kyle
Incomes taken Mcquarrie style
More stuff removed than the Epstein Files

(repeat chorus until end - song or club, whichever comes first)

Brilliant. 

[Claudio Fannieri]

‘Shoot the Rudkin’ To the tune of ‘Shoot the Runner’ by Kasabian 
 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

From kings of England, top of the hill,

Now it’s transfer windows giving us chills,

Wrong gaffer in and the wrong lads bought,

Another rebuild nobody sought.

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

Harry Winks having a strop — had to be dropped,

Hands in the air when the tempo’s stopped,

Jordan Ayew jogging round like it’s Sunday league,

Still waiting for that burst of speed…

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

Jannik Vestergaard and Wout Faes at the back again,

Our defensive pain in the ass my friend,

Ball in the box and the crowd all sigh,

“Please not another one drifting by…”

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

Boubakary Soumaré and Patson Daka — what can we say?

Watch your head if you’re sat row Z today,

Chance on goal and the crowd all ducks,

Another rocket headed for the trucks…

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

Points deductions knocking at the door,

Another charge sheet, maybe more,

We’re counting losses week by week,

While League One fixtures start to peek…

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

Another “internal review” announced,

Same old faces still renounced,

Another promotion, same old crew,

Funny how the blame avoids you…

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

 

Jobs for the boys, self-preservation,

Corporate spin and hesitation,

No one steering, no one care —

While League One waits just over there…

 

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

Shoot the Rudkin… shoot, shoot the Rudkin…

[Libertine]

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? 

Edited 11 March by Libertine

[Ric Flair]

1 hour ago, Libertine said:

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? 

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT, YOU REALLY DO

[Ric Flair]

@Libertine any Nelly? 

[Libertine]

1 minute ago, Ric Flair said:

@Libertine any Nelly? 

Ooooh that's a shout.

[Katy]

53 minutes ago, Libertine said:

Ooooh that's a shout.

Could do it like an ode from Aiyawatt to Rudkin or KPFC to Aiyawatt if you’re doing Nelly and Kelly 😂

[Libertine]

3 hours ago, Ric Flair said:

@Libertine any Nelly? 

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 

 

[Katy]

7 hours ago, Libertine said:

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 

 

Bloody hell Lib 😂😂😂 

 

Ever thought of doing this professionally? 👏🏻

[Libertine]

30 minutes ago, Katy said:

Bloody hell Lib 😂😂😂 

 

Ever thought of doing this professionally? 👏🏻

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

[Freddy]

I'm old and i think thats damn good Lib

[FLAN]

18 hours ago, Libertine said:

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? 

“But you don’t know it” works better 

[Libertine]

48 minutes ago, FLAN said:

“But you don’t know it” works better 

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

 

[Katy]

34 minutes ago, Libertine said:

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

 

He’s such a sneery twat! 😖

[Gamble92]

Always enjoyed listening to Henry Winter. Still not sure how a question from Ric about us going into Administration turned into Steve Claridge's travel pillow for Europe but anyway 😭

[orangecity23]

Ghana Rock Anthem - ROFLMAO ft Jordan Ayew

Ghana Rock
Yeah
Boo
Let's go

 

[Chorus]
Jordan Ayew's in the team tonight
Leicester fans gonna have a bad time (Yeah)
Gary Rowett gonna lose his mind (Woo)
When his striker's on the half way line (Clap)
Jordan Ayew's in the team tonight (Oh)
Our XG's gonna feel real light (0.03, baby)
Gary Rowett gonna lose his mind (Yeah)
We just wanna see you
Sub that

 

Got ball, Cross it in
Looking for Jord? He's on the wing (Why?)
Bob Reid shooting? Penalty spot?
Booty moving weight, Ayew blocks (Boo)
His energy drank? I gots to know
Treacle and lard, 'cause I'm rock and roll
Half-arsed, full-price, dynamo
Gainin' money, while I'll stroll

 

Yo, I'm on all the set pieces I'll warn ya
They call me Mr Yoghurt cos I Muller my corners
We Ghana Rock, yeah, that's my fitbit that I'm reppin'
My numbers all stopped, single feet I've been steppin' (Hey)

 

Jordan Ayew's in the team tonight
Leicester fans gonna have a bad time (Yeah)
Gary Rowett gonna lose his mind (Woo)
When his striker's on the half way line (Clap)
Jordan Ayew's in the team tonight (Oh)
Our XG's gonna feel real light (0.03, baby)
Gary Rowett gonna lose his mind (Yeah)
We just wanna see you
Sub that

 

Every game I'm shufflin'
(Gerimoff)
Shufflin', shufflin' (Gerimoff)

 

Step up last see a fat guy dive on his ass
He got money, don't be mad, now stop, Runnin' is bad
One more shot for us (Another miss)
Got knocked out the cup (Useless sack of piss)
Signed for a big fee (5 million quid)
Now worth 50p (No winning bid)

Back up, lie down, put your hands up to the ref
Back up, lie down, put your hands up to the ref
Back up, lie down, put your hands up to the ref (Boo)
put your hands up to the ref, put your hands up to the ref (Just go!)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up (No)
Get up, put your hands up to the ref, to the ref (Woo)
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up

 

Jordan Ayew's in the team tonight
Leicester fans gonna have a bad time (Yeah)
Gary Rowett gonna lose his mind (Woo)
When his striker's on the half way line (Clap)
 

Oh (Put your hands up)
Oh (Free kick ref!)
Oh (Put your hands up)
Oh (Put your hands up)
Shake that
Every day I'm shu-ffl-fflin'
Put your, put your
Put your, put your (Yeah)
Put your, put your (Woo)
—nds up
Put your, put your
Your hands up
Your hands up
Put your hands up