A song from McLeish

[Risso]

WarleyWonder - I want McLeish out as much as anybody, but you sir, are an absolute tit.

[Chico Hamilton III]

WarleyWonder - I want McLeish out as much as anybody, but you sir, are an absolute tit

You've changed your tune, fellow Villan

I was telling everyone on here how much of a tit was is back in September but nobody would listen to me.

I told you so, etc...

[SX150]

With apologies to Squeeze

I never thought it could happen
With me and the club from Aston
But the mess that I’ve got them
Will never be forgotten
I dealt out meagre rations
A team without passions
They said you are lazy
Perhaps I said I may be

I got the job from Randy
He said I'd come in handy
He started me on Sunday
The demos began on Monday
I worked with Peter Grant
Even though his record’s scant
He said he'd been a top star
But that didn’t really get us far

I moved them to basement
With thoughts of relegation
I stayed by the dugout
As many poor games were slug out
I spent my time just pissin'
The good results were missin'
But I had got us fucked up
And all our time it took up

Nothing worked through the winter
The results poor and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make Rangers better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell our Ashley
And make do with the loanee
And little use he turned out to be

Saturday at 4:50
I legged it rather nifty
Down the tunnel lookin’ paler
And thirty minutes later
I gave birth to more excuses
I blamed the supporters’ abuses
I looked a proper ‘nana
As if they needed another

I should’ve been much bolder
I felt the players’ cold shoulder
They left me when my training
Became proper draining
And failure may well take me
From Villa Park to Carey Street
No more nights by the dugout
Being told to get the fuck out

After hearing the fans’ bitching
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
Maybe football's not my business
But I won't write the letter
Resignation wouldn’t be better
And so it's my assumption
Villa are really up the junction

Brilliant, a cracking tune but a shame its so apt for the idiot McLeish.

[James]

Nice one Fletch, here's my attempt...

The Human Football League

You were working as a Bluenose in a fucked up club
When I met you
I picked you out, paid off the Blues, and turned you around
Turned you into claret and blue
Now one year later on you've fucked up over again
Success is something you can't do
But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now
And I can fuck you right off too

Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it, it's the players, it's the referees
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe it, it's the coaches, it's the injuries
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or give me all your money
Don't you want me Randy? Don't you want me? Ohhhh shit!
Don't you want me Randy? Don't you want me? Ohhhh shit!

I was working as a Bluenose in a fucked up club
That much is true
But even then I knew I'd find a much better place
How hard was that to do?
The one year we have had have been such bad times
Bad luck it's true
The falling gates are not my fault the seats are too hard
Get cushions is what you must do

Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it, it's the media, it just wasn't me
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe it, it's the fans, they never took to me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or give me all your money
Don't you want me Randy? Don't you want me? Ohhhh shit!
Don't you want me Randy? Don't you want me? Ohhhh shit!

Don't you want me Randy? Don't you want me? Ohhhh shit!
Don't you want me Randy? Don't you want me? Ohhhh shit!

(Repeat four times and fade)

[Chrisupnorth]

Is this where we vote for which song we want Engelbert to sing in Baku?

[Risso]

Very good James!

I tried and failed to rewrite "Letter From America" as "Letter From Ferguson" earlier.

The best I could do was the closing lines, thus:

When you go will you send back, a letter from Ferguson?
Take a look up the M6, from Aston to Small Heath

Liverpool no more, Sunderland no more
Swansea no more, Stoke no more
 

[Rip Van We Go Again]

Very good James!

I tried and failed to rewrite "Letter From America" as "Letter From Ferguson" earlier.

The best I could do was the closing lines, thus:

When you go will you send back, a letter from Ferguson?
Take a look up the M6, from Aston to Small Heath

Liverpool no more, Sunderland no more
Swansea no more, Stoke no more
 

C,mon Martin, you can do the rest.

[Chico Hamilton III]

Here's my song for UEFA

To the tune of "Tragedy" by the Bee Gees (or Steps if you're a puff)


Villa Park
Is a lost and lonely part of town
Now that we are managed by a ginger clown
Lost at home
I'm on my protest all alone
We beat the Wolves at Molinuex, Molineuex, Mo-ho-li-neux

Dazzy G,
Till McLeish has gone he just can't on
It's Dazzy G
When we drew with Stoke he lost all his hope
It's hard to bear,
With Ginger and Randy we're going nowhere

[Rip Van We Go Again]

Very good Chico.

[supertommykN'iba]

Great effort Chico.

[James]

Bravo Risso and Chico!

This reminds me of a summer under DOL when I think the transfer thread turned into a musical medley! 

[kipeye]

(Agadoo)
'Eck's no clue, clue, clue
Puts on Heskey-Warnock too.
Eck's no clue, clue, clue
Free transfers-Hutton too

Lerner knew, knew, knew
We would hate him thru and thru.
H&V view, view ,view
Here comes Divisions One & Two.

[PeterWithesShin]

I was going to do one to the Towers of London: Fuck it Up. But am far too lazy. Or Puddle of Mudd and change it to McLeish Hates Me. Again, laziness prevailed.

[James]

It's apathy and laziness like that that's got us into this mess! Pull yer finger out! 

[PeterWithesShin]

It's apathy and laziness like that that's got us into this mess! Pull yer finger out! 

I might just go for a snooze instead. Hopefully i'll wake up in the shower and this whole season will have been a dream.
Knowing my luck though it won't be Pam opening the shower door but Miss Ellie.