[Tennant's Lager]

The reason why you'd never heard of my SMFC version of the Lord's Prayer was I only did it myself last week!

Like the idea of using the "Are you looking at Me?" song Saint Hits The Net, though it is bloody fast!

Still chuffed that the "We'll be on the TV and you'll no!" caught on so well against the Green Bigots last week.

One that the Jaybees bus came up with last season was after we went into a pub in Burntisland, on the way to the first Raith Rovers tie in Kirkcaldy. There was a jukebox and after a few pints the lads were up for a bit of a laugh when on comes the Villiage People's "Y-M-C-A". so we started up a version of that going:

S-M-F-C!
(na-na-na-na-na-na)
S-M-F-C!
Cos we're the greatest team,
That you've ever seen,
And we come from Pais-ell-ay!!
...



Another possiblity would even be doing the old "Oh we've got Sexy, Sexy, Sexy, Sexy Lexy on the wing..on the wing" song for Junior....though saying all of those Juniors might be a bit tricky...

Any other thoughts?

[Bongo Cornholio]

Sexy Lexy, you haved listened to the elders, grasshopper and got the fecking songs mixed up, you pony-tailed pillock.

[HSS]

Bongo a YOUTH TEAM REGULAR?Don't make me laugh

[Tennant's Lager]

Saint Hits The Net - singing that version of Bob the Builder at Brockville isn't nearly as good as singing "Barr the Builder" at Somerset!

[Stu]

"Big wheel, you've got a f**king big wheel, you've got a f**king big wheel"

[Tennant's Lager]

Stu, a similar song would be:

For you're just hamsters, hamsters, hamsters on a wheel, on a wheel...

HAMSTERS, YOU'RE ALL JUST HAMSTERS, YOU'RE ALL JUST HAMSTERS ON A WHEEL...

[Stu]

Anyone here seen the big wheel yet? I was through at Falkirk a few weeks ago and it at least looks nice. Better than Brokenville anyway, mind you it's not difficult.

[Tennant's Lager]

You can see the big wheel from miles away on the motorway near to Falkirk Stu (aye ok smart arse... ;)), if you know where to look.

Time for some old classics though:

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Dead In The Road (from last season)

Players for sale or rent, we had McGarry but now he’s went,
A new team we need to get, but we’ve just got too much debt,
We thought the league would be a piece of piss, and now we’re standing on the precipice,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road

Ludo left, it’s a major pain, it’s enough to drive a man insane,
We all know the team’s not right, for every week we f*cking play like sh*te,
Ah but we can’t afford to frown, even though we’ll end up going down,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road

I know everyone in the Saints Northbank,
All of the good guys and all of the w*nks,
The fact of the matter is we’ve a team that stinks,
The smell is just as bad as the Morton minks
I sing…

Players for sale or rent, we had McGarry but now he’s went,
A new team we need to get, but we’ve just got too much debt,
We thought the league would be a piece of piss, and now we’re standing on the precipice,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road

Players for sale or rent, we had McGarry but now he’s went,
A new team we need to get, but we’ve just got too much debt,
We thought the league would be a piece of piss, and now we’re standing on the precipice,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road...

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Greenock Symphony

Is this the real life, is it the methodone?
Stuck in Greenock, "two bob fur the telephone?"
Open yer wine an' talk wi' a whine like me.
Um just a weeji, gie us yer Sunny D.
Cos I'll chib yer pal, rip yer Da; slash yer dug, ride yer ma!
Any way the Clyde flows Disnae really mater tae me......tae me.

Haw Maw, just chibbed some c*nt,
Buckie bottle tae the heid,
An noo the f*ckin' b*st*rd's deid!
Haw Maw, Um just oan parole,
An noo I'm headin straight back tae Gate-S.
Haw Maw, ooh oohooh ooh,
Never meant tae steal yer purse,
But if I'm no fu' o' smack this time the morra'.
Carry oot, carry oot!
An we'll go oot oan the batter!

Too late, the bailiff's here,
Sends shivers doon ma spine,
Gubbed 10 jellies just in time.
Goodbye all ma muckers, I've got tae go,
Got tae go and rip some w*nk fae up the scheme.
Haw Maw, ooh oohooh ooh
I'm a jakey bam, I sometimes think I've never been washed at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a bam,
Adidas! Adidas! "Can ye get us a kergo?"
Thunderbird, White Lightning, very very frightning to me!
Twenty Mayfair, Twenty Mayfair, Twenty Mayfair, Twenty Mayfair, Twenty Mayfair and some skins,
Magnifico oh oh oh oh!
...
I'm just a vat boy, nae c*nt loves me,
He's just a vat boy fae a vat family!
"Spare us a pound fur a wee cup o tea'?"
...
Get tae feck, skanky slob, will ye get a job?
Forfecksake, No! I will no' get a job! - Get a job!
Forfecksake, I will no' get a job! - Get a job!
Forfecksake, Will you get a job? - Get a job!
Will no' get a job, get a job!
Will no' get a job, get a job!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.....
Oh gonorrhoea! gonorrhoea! gonorrhoea and the clap!
Then doon the pub, has the barman put aside for me?
For me, for meeeee!?

So you 'hink you can slash me and piss in my eye?
So ye 'hink ye can chib me an' leave me to die?
Haw bawbag, can't dae this tae me bawbag!
Just wait till I'm oot, just wait till I'm right oot ma nut!

F*ck all really matters,
Any c*nt can see,
F*ck all really matters, f*ck all really matters to me!
Any way the Clyde flows...

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Sold Down The Clyde (from a few years back now)

A long, long time ago,
Though I can still remember,
How the M*rt*n used to make me cry,
And I knew one day we'd get a crack,
Just to get those beggars back,
And we'd be very happy all the while…

But November made me snigger
The Saints’ lead got so much bigger
Bad news came on their own ground,
When the Saint Mirren boys came down,
I tell you friends I never lie,
When I laughed so much I nearly cried,
4-1 to the Saintly side,
The day the M*rt*n died,

And we were singing,
Bye bye, you've been sold down the Clyde,
Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride,
The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride,
Singing this will be the day M*rt*n died,
This will be the day M*rt*n died.

Did you see the papers write,
How M*rt*n played sh*te on the night?
The Paisley Express told you so,
And did you believe Stark should survive?
Though he got his P45?
We'd rather see him grovel real...............low…

Now I know who you want as he’s a draw,
We heard you chanting for McGraw,
But Ally's just read you the news,
It’s the Saints he'd rather choose,
We're all but laughing here 'cos you are stuck,
With a useless squad all out of luck,
So the Gr**n*ck Scum can get to f*ck,
The day the M*rt*n died,
And we'll be singing........

Bye bye, you've been sold down the Clyde
Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride
The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride
Singing this will be the day M*rt*n died
This will be the day M*rt*n died…

[Stu]

AHEM it was me, I nicked div's avatar after he changed

[Tennant's Lager]

Ach yawnarama Stu - that was posted when my PC was ill, wasn't sure if it was you or not, it's been changed now, little scamp...

[Tennant's Lager]

Too true Saint hits the Net, but with the Grimsby vs Derby match having 14 mins added to the first half today...

To make sure we do need extra time, here's another one (though it is very seasonal, and not in season):

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Scum Aid - Get a Wash (It's Christmas Time)

It's Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid,
At Christmas time, we let in light, and we banish sh*te,
And in our world of Love Street, we can spread a smile of joy,
Throw your arms around the world, we are St.Mirren!

But say a prayer, and have a laugh at the Greenock Scum,
At Christmas time, it's hard, but when you're in Division One,
There's a world outside your window, and it's a world of Greenock Scum,
Where the only water flowing is, the bitter stream of tears,
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging chimes of doom,
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of us!

And there won't be soap in Greenock town this Christmas time,
The greatest gift they'll get this year is AIDS, (Ooohhh!)
Where nothing ever grows, no baths or showers flow,
Do they know it's their bathtime at all?

Here's to you, raise a glass for everyone,
Here's to them, covered in the filth and scum,
Do they know it's their bathtime at all?

F*CK OFF MORTON!
F*CK OFF MORTON!
F*CK OFF MORTON! WE ARE PAISLEY ST.MIRREN!
F*CK OFF MORTON! WE ARE PAISLEY ST.MIRREN!
...

[Tennant's Lager]

Guest, on Aug 18 2002, 11:44 AM, said:

Get a life TL

LOL! I'd like to see what you'd call a life then "Guest"...the very fact that you can't even entre a name for your post says everything!

And besides, 1997 just called and they want your patter back! ;)

[Tennant's Lager]

You'll know more about this than me Saint Hits The Net - but couldn't it just be a generic football ringtone that all the football clubs get, and you happen to have gone to the SMFC section and found it there? Or is it just for us and not a single other football club according to this lot?

If it's the second, then I agree, it really is bizarre...

[Tom]

saint hits the net, on Aug 24 2002, 02:50 AM, said:

Dunfermline - Into the valley

I remember the 2 games in our title winning season that the Pars ran out to "Into The Valley"..a fantastic punky tune by the Skids.

I suppose my fondness for the Skids stems from me seeing them at the Bungalow in 1980.

On the same subject, Saints should continue to run out to the suberb Thin Lizzy anthem "The Boys Are Back In Town"...feck all the Carmina Burana and Fat Biy Slim guff of last season.