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Title: Oh Mr Black. Post by: leefer on Thursday, January 17, 2013, 20:26:46 Why did you make us think,
That we were on the up, Top goal scorers by far, And good run in League Cup. Oh Mr Black... All that money of yours, Why not stay and be great, Just one more season, Isn't to long to wait. Oh Mr Black... Why at mid season, When our hopes were so strong, Can all of us Town fans, Be so terribly wrong. Oh Mr Black.. We thought you were the one, To make our town great, We will be great one day, Though we may have to wait. Oh Mr Black.... Please sell us quicklly, And get back your bucks, Under Paolo and promotion, We wont give two fucks. Oh Mr Black... We were one of the favourites, And you like a punt, To do this to us, Makes you a right Lunt. Oh Mr Black.... Goodbye and good wishes, For you just a game, In a few months from now, We wont remember your name Oh Mr Black.....we are red, we are white. Title: Re: Oh Mr Black. Post by: Ardiles on Thursday, January 17, 2013, 20:35:55 ...damn it, damn it! Need a word that rhymes with 'bucks'. Damn it...
:D Title: Re: Oh Mr Black. Post by: leefer on Thursday, January 17, 2013, 20:53:58 ...damn it, damn it! Need a word that rhymes with 'bucks'. Damn it... :D It was easier than money :hmmm: Title: Re: Oh Mr Black. Post by: Dostoyevsky on Thursday, January 17, 2013, 21:37:28 Oh Mr Betfair
Teams like us are very rare We are showing to Oxford our arse very bare For all the talk of m'bargo, we don't care Not a crease or fuffle it will tear For administration is what we've learnt to bear Stay away from my cheap cider Or we'll escalate this to something harder ----------- Dostoyevsky, that was shite, stay off the sherberts Title: Re: Oh Mr Black. Post by: kerry red on Monday, January 21, 2013, 12:27:42 There was a young man from Nantucket . . . .
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