One day as I walked up the steps of the Holte End,As I walked to the Holte End one day,I spied a poor Blues all cut up in ribbons,All cut up in ribbons and shit on they say.I said to that Blues fan 'what have they done to youAnd why have they treated you in such a way?'He said 'All I did sir was come up the Holte EndAnd say Aston Villa were old men at play'.The Holte End dain't like itThey rose up to fight it,They kicked him in the bollocks,They kicked him in the head,And now that poor Blues fan is pushing up daisies,He's pushing up daisies he's so fucking dead.Now let that be a lesson to all of you Blues fansWho come up the Holte End to sing and to fray,If you say a word against our Aston Villa,Then they'll be the last words that you ever say.
Typical, comes in with big ideas then disappears
The tune is Streets of Lareda, probably on youtube somewhere Pat.
Quote from: Vancouver on July 13, 2012, 08:06:27 PMTypical, comes in with big ideas then disappearsWe have all been very poor and should hang our heads in shame.
Burgundy? Burgundy?!!? Don't our American friends know anything about wine? Claret is Bordeaux, not effing Burgundy.You'll be telling me next they put coke in whisky.