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Want to join in or start the next
Leeds chant? Well with these lyrics and a bit
of courage you can do just that. We have included
the classic Marching on Together as well as some
more original offerings. If we have missed any,
send them to us at ben@leedschat.com
MARCHING ON TOGETHER:
Click here to download Marching
On Together in mp3
format. Be warned, you'll be embarrassed to hear
this; the fans do it much better!
Here we go with Leeds United
We're gonna give the boys a hand
Stand up and sing for Leeds United
We are the greatest in the land
Every day, we're all gonna say
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Everywhere, we're gonna be there
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Marchin' on together
We're gonna see you win (na, na, na, na, na, na)
We are so proud
We shouted out loud
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
We've been through it all together
And we've had our ups and downs (ups and downs!)
We're gonna stay with you forever
At least until the world stops going round
Every day, we're all gonna say
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Everywhere, we're gonna be there
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Marchin' on together
We're gonna see you win (na, na, na, na, na, na)
We are so proud
We shouted out loud
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Rooney song to the tune of 'Stan' by Eminem
Dear Wayne,
I faxed you but you still aint callin; I left
my cell, Moyesey's pager and
Bill Kenwright's phone number at the bottom; I
sent two contracts off in
summer, you must not have got em; There probably
was a problem with the post
office in Portugal or something. Sometimes I scribble
'£50,000 a week' to
sloppy when I jot it; But anyway what bin up man?
How's Colleen? If I get a
girlfriend Guess what I'am guna call her . . .
I'am a name her Waynetta. I
read about your uncle Eugene to am sorry; I had
a friend ruin my birthday
party over some bar that wouldn't serve him; I
know you probably hear this
every day, But I am your biggest fan; I even got
the underground stuff you
did with the youth team. I got an office full
of your posters and your
pictures man; I like the stuff you did with England
too those goals were
phat.
Anyways, I hope Proactive get this to you man,
hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Trev.
Dear Wayne,
you still aint called or wrote, I hope you get
a chance; I aint mad I just
think its messed up you don't answer back. If
you didn't want to talk to me
outside Bellefield you didn't have too; But you
could have signed a
pre-contract agreement for Davey. That's our young
Scottish manager man;
He's only 36 years old. We waited on the Goodison
Road for you for four
hours and you just said nah! That's pretty awful
Wayne, you're like his
####in protégé. He wants to be just
like you man, he likes you more than
Gravesen. I ain't that mad, but I just don't like
bein' lied too. Remember
when we met in La Manga, you said if I asked you
You wouldn't leave on a
free. See, I'm just like you in a way.. I never
liked Uncle Eugene neither;
He used to cheat on barman and beat last orders.
I can relate to what you're
doin' on the pitch; So when I have a crappy day,
I drift away and put 'the
arsenal game On. Cause I don't really got much
else, so your performances
help when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo with
Colleen's name across ma
chest. See, everything you say is real, and I
respect you 'cause you tell
it; in the Daily Star Franny's jealous 'cause
I talk about you 24/7. But he
don't know you like I know you, Wayne, no one
does. He don't know what it
was like for scallies like you growing up. You've
gotta call me man. We'll
be the biggest club you'll ever lose.
PS: You and Marcus Bent should play together
too.
Dear Mister am to good to call or write my chairman.
This will be the last contract I ever send your
ass. It's been all
pre-season and still no word, I don't deserve
it. I know you got my last two
contracts I wrote Proactive on them perfect. So
this is my cassette am
sendin' you I hope you hear it. I'm in the car
right now. I'm doing 90 on
County Road. Hey Wayne, "I drank a fifth
of Coke a Cola, ya dare me to
drive?" You know that song by Billy Marr
called 'No other team'; About that
guy who sings about the greatest Everton side
he ever seen. That's kind of
like how this is Cause that's what we could have
been. You could have
rescued us from relegation. And all I wanted was
that lousy Stretford to
give me a call. I hope you know I ripped all o'
your pictures off the wall.
I loved you Wayne, we could have been together.
Think about it. I hope your
conscious eats at you and you get dropped without
us. See Wayne, {screaming}
shut up Tommy, I'm trying to talk Hey Wayne, that's
Radzinski screaming in
the trunk. But I didn't sell him on I just stuck
him in the reserves see I
ain't like you. 'Cause that way he'll suffer more,
and then his career will
be over too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the
bridge now. Oh dear, I
forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh*t out?
Wayne's Response:
Dear Trev
I meant to write you sooner but I just bin busy.
You said Duncan was close
to full fitness how far a long is he? I am really
flattered you would call
your girlfriend that, And here's an autograph
for Davey I wrote in on a Coke
bottle cap. Sorry I missed you at the training
ground. Don't think I did
that intentionally just to diss you, But Trev
what's this stuff you said
about getting tacky tattoos too? I say that stuff
I just clownin dogg, come
on how messed up is up? And whats that you said
about me and Marcus Bent
meant to be together. That kind of some stuff
makes me not want to play for
you for ever. I really think you and the fans
need each other. Or maybe you
just need to treat them a little better. I just
hope this letter reaches you
from Manchester in time. I think you and the fans
will be doin just fine. If
you spend a little. And Trev, I'm glad that I
inspire you, but why are you
so mad; Try to understand that Man United are
a part of my plan. I just
don't want you to do some crazy sh*t. I seen this
one dude on North West
Tonight a couple of weeks ago that made me sick.
Some chief exec was drunk
and drove his car over Millar's Bridge. And he
had Radzinski in the trunk,
For whom Fulham had just bid.. And in the car
they found a tape but the
didn't say who it was too.
Come to think of it, his name was . . . Birch
. . . it was you! Damn.
Tunnicliffe
WHAT DID YOU HAVE FANS OF LEEDS UNITED
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What did you have fans of Leeds United
What did you have our many rivals would say
You had the world at your feet
Each squad member a jewel
Then your rivals came
And tried to take them from you
And you took on the world
Young boys who knew no fear
You fought and you died
And we stole your jewels from you
Long time ago said a fine old Leeds fan
Long time ago, this fine old Leeds fan did say
We had dreams and hope
Young boys who knew no fear
In a Fortress strong
To stop your plundering ways
And our fearsome cries
They shook the very heavens
And we held the line
United to the core
What have you now, Fans of Leeds United
What have you now our grining rivals did say
We have fine brave fans
The like you'll never muster
Who'll search for jewels
In settings of pure white gold
And we'll take on the world
Young boys that know no fear
And never more,
Shall they steal the crown jewels from Leeds
BAD BLOOD RISING
laughing leeds fan
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I see some bad blood rising
I see the troubles on the way
This feeling I have is not surprising
Phsyco Keane is on his way
Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.
Please be warey Darren Southgate
Don't kneel down with your kids to play
With nostrils flared and eyes of pure hate
Phsyco Keane is on his way
Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.
Phsycho's on a murder mission
Alfie is the man to slay
Fergy says it's just ambition
When phsyco took his legs away
Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.
See that red mist decending
Tells Mc Carthy he wont play
His football days will soon be ending
The shrinks are taking him away.
Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.
Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.
HUMBUGGER ALL
laughing leeds fan
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If you go to St James'
In Newcastle town
You'll see folks dressed like humbugs
And wearing a frown
With their faces as glum as the fog on the Tyne
For the last cup they won
Was back in sixty nine
And they've tried holy water
And praying for help
So desperate for silver to put on the shelf
They even tried Gullet
And his sexy football
But they all were impotent and won bugger all
They've nowt to go home to
It seems they cant win
The Board say their women
Are ugly as sin
So they say howay lads let us gan for a sup
But they drink from the bottle
Cos they don't have a cup
Then came Uri Geller his spells for to cast
To free all their clocks
That are stuck in the past
With my crystals and magic
I'll bring joy to you all
But he just bent his wand
And they won bugger all
Then in desperation
To lighten the gloom
They begged for Kevin Keegans return to the Toon
They gave him a wallet
That strained at the seams
To go out and buy them
A cup winning team
But then he was rattled by Alex Ferguson
Said I'd love it I'd love it
If we beat the scum
The runaway leaders
Slowed down to a crawl
Kevin Keegan just lost it
And won bugger all
On a Saga holyday Bobby Robson embarks
Just to bask in the hot air
Of St James' Park
Take the Mags to mid table
I doubt they'll get higher
To swell my bank ballance
Before I retire
I know I should win them a trophy to kiss
But with cash rolling in I'm just taking the Piss
No black and white tags on the cups there at all
So just kiss my arse
Cos you'll win bugger all
Sod all!!
HOW TO BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM
laughing leeds fan
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Oh Beckham's got his drag on,
He wears a sarong
He's hoping as the years pass by
That he'll be fashions icon.
Treats the tunnel as a catwalk
Vicky makes him wear a vest
When it comes to bending gender
He can bend it with the best.
chorus
Oh Beckhams got is drag on,
A frock and silky vest.
When it comes to bending gender
He can bend it with the best.
Oh Beckhams got is drag on,
A frock and silky vest.
When it comes to bending gender
He can bend it with the best.
So dont bend it like Beckham,
Your skin will still be rough
Don't wear a bow like Graham Le Saux
Or you'll look such a puff
Don't court the paparazzi
Or in your Palace you'll be seen
They wont want pictures of the king
Just becks the fucking queen
Oh Beckhams got is drag on,
A frock and silky vest.
When it comes to bending gender
He can bend it with the best.
Oh Beckhams got is drag on,
A frock and silky vest.
When it comes to bending gender
He can bend it with the best. .............
S.W.A. ( Scummers with attitude ) A lyrical
masterpeice by Scott Evans.
To the tune of "Straight outta Compton"
"You are now about to witness the strength
of Scum knowledge"
Verse One: Roy Keane
"Straight outta Trafford, crazy motherfucker
named Roy Keane
and I'm the captain of - the - team.
When I'm sent off, I get mugged off Make a tackle,
and bodies are hauled
off
You too, Alfie, if ya fuck with me
The F.A. are gonna hafta come and get me Kiss
my ass,
that's how I'm goin out For the scum supporting
fuckers that's showin out
Players start to mumble, they wanna rumble I stamp
em and punch em and
watch em crumble
Goin off on muthafuckers like that with a boot
that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up fools Ain't no tellin when I'm down
for a foul move
Here's a fact that may seem likely aint nuthin
but a irish pi-key
My fuckin boots are the tool Don't make me act
the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe,
no maybe I'm kickin playaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that
I'm down with the Theatre of
dreams
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm at your ground, you better duck Coz
Roy Keane is crazy as fuck
and now I'm banned cos' I gotta red card but when
I come back, boy, I'm
comin straight outta Trafford"
Chorus:
[ Old Trafford, Old Trafford]
[Rio] "Yo Fergie"
[Fergiescum] "Whassup?"
[Rio] "Tell em where you from!"
"Straight outta Trafford, another fuckin'
wanka
With the playaz I sign, my rep gets bigga
I'm a sad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass pundits don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma gonna make my team
and pile 'em like shite in the theatre of dreams
Just like Blanc, another fuckin' loser
I really don't know how I choose 'em
Sign a motherfucker in a minute
I finda really shit player, and go and get him
So if you're at a game sat in the front row -
call me yo bitch or a
dirty-ass ho
I'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed
to
Cos' I'm a cunt and that's what I do
I'm a sad fucking Jock from up north
My Attitudes legit cause I am fuck-ing shit
Managing my club is becoming sucha bitch
So many dumb muthafuckers on the pitch
when I sign a new player it's a wrench
as they spend all the season on the bench
My team is shite and that's law
God knows why aint been shown tha door
See, coz I'm a motherfuckin ass - wipe
The definition is clear, I'm to-tally full o
shite
Playing mind games without a clue
With - out becks, I wouldn't know what - to -
do
Look, you might take this as a tip
but a twat like me is on a power trip
Straight outta Trafford... "
Chorus:
[Old Trafford, Old Trafford]
[ Veron] "Rio is his name and the boy is
comin... "
Verse Three: Rio
"...straight outta Trafford
is a brotha that'll sell his own mother
and make his club say "I love ya"
Mercenary motherfucker no shit
for bigger contract I'll jump ship
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a fuckin poundnotes and - I - run
But I'm smart, lay low, for a while
And when I see my bank account, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin on
my manager
but don't know where he's fuckin going, just moanin
at the one they call Ri - o
But here's a flash, they'll never know
I'm Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the
dark
except when it's payday, I'll get over the hesitation
I'll grease you up and aim for penetration
I'll screw you for all you got
Am I loyal? No not a lot!
So what about the clubs I left? Fuck them!
You think I give a damn about honour amongst men?
This is the autobiography of Rio, and if you
ever meet me you better know
You'll be in the prescence of brotha whose a mutha
and a dozy fucka, straight outta Trafford"
Chorus:
[Old Trafford, Old Trafford ]
[Damn that shit was dope!]
FROM MARKO BOMYER
Liverpool caretaker manager Phil
Thompson has quite a big nose - unless you haven't
noticed. And funnily enough, it's inspired a few
choice chants from the opposition. From the inspired
to the downright abusive, we gave you six of the
best. Now you've added more....
1) "Sit down Pinocchio" - to the
tune of 'Paolo Di Canio' (or La Donna E Mobile
from Verdi's Rigoletto, we are informed by the
only man in the office with a decent education).
Sung by Arsenal fans, among others.
2) "We've got Dom Matteo. You've
got Pinocchio" - to the same tune. Sung by stretching-it-a-bit
Leeds fans.
3) "Hey, Phi-il Thompson (Ooh-Ah),
I wanna know-oh-oh - where you got that nose"
- to the tune of DJ Otzi's Hey Baby! Sung by West
Ham fans.
4) "Get your nostrils off the pitch"
- to the tune of footballing standard 'Who the
f***ing hell are you?' aka Bread Of Heaven. Sung
by Arsenal fans.
5) "Big nose - you've got a f***ing
big nose" - to the tune of Blue Moon. Sung by
Leeds fans, among others.
6) "Thompson needs a nose job,
Thompson needs a nose job, la la la la, la la
la la" - to the tune of Ossie's Dream or Let's
All Do The Conga. Sung by Chelsea fans.
7) "It's here, it's there, it's
every f***ing where, Thompson's nose, Thompson's
nose" - to the tune of He's Fat, He's Round etc.
Sung by Leeds fans. Nominated by Rob McNab.
8) "Sneeze in a minute! He's gonna
sneeze in a minute!" - to the tune of Guantanamera.
Nominated by Ray Calthorpe.
9) "He's got the whole world, in
his nostrils, he's got the whole world in his
nostrils, he's got the whole wide world in his
nostrils" - to the tune of He's Got The Whole
World In His Hands. Nominated by Niall Quinlan.
10) "Oh the shadow outside is frightening,
stops the sun from shining light in. You can see
it wherever he goes, Thompson's nose, Thompson's
nose, Thompson's nose" - to the tune of Let It
Snow. Sung by Manchester United fans. Nominated
by Michael Christie.
FROM WHITE KNIGHT
New Leeds Song for Viduka: To the tune of Super
Trouper by Abba.
Marc Viduka's gonna score a blinder but he won't
score oneeee he's gonna score another one. Repeat..
FROM NIALL BROPHY
To the tune of 'waltzing matilda' big mark viduka
big mark viduka big mark viduka he scores again
for leeds... big mark viduka big mark viduka big
mark viduka he scores again for leeds...
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