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Season Odes 2010/11

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Season Odes 2010/11

Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:13 pm

Ode to Paul Marshall
(Music: Lennon/McCartney Lyrics: King Crimson) To the tune of "All My Loving"


Close them down and I'll cheer you,
Don’t let defenders near you;
The Banks’s is waiting for you.
Whether home or away,
Just can’t wait to see you play,
It’s you Paul I’m singing this to.

If the strikers are missing
The crowd start their dissing
“We’em doomed” don’t let their thoughts come true.
So with Taundry or Matt,
Our midfield won’t be flat,
But it’s you Paul I’m singing this to.

Paul, best wishes I will send to you.
Paul, best wishes, make our dreams come true.


[Repeat chorus until enlightenment is found via the Maharishi]


Jonny Brain to Bescot
Lyrics: King Crimson, Music by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
To the tune of The Monkees' "Last Train to Clarkesville"


Taken Jonny Brain to Bescot,
And we do not mean the station.
Main man Ince has now retired,
And Rene showed hesitation.
Gone to Vicarage Road!
Oh, no, no, no!

So we’ve signed you from the Macc lads
Doubt that they’ll see you again
We’ll spend seasons here together
That’s the fans and Jonny Brain.
Until you go!
Oh, no, no, no!
And you’ll make the Banks’s Stadium your home.

Taken Jonny Brain to Bescot,
And we do not mean the station.
Need some signings to play with you
Or we may face relegation.
Losers in on loan?!
Oh, no, no, no!

Taken Jonny Brain to Bescot,
[repeat until the public work out that you're not The Beatles]


“Bevan” (Music: Bryan Adams, Lyrics: King Crimson)

Oh - thinkin' about all our joy and tears
Under Graydon, Merse and Lee
And promotion with Money

Now the season begins for another year
Think we’ve all been here before
Put your gloves on now
And don’t let the buggers score!

Maybe you're all that we want
When you're flyin' across the goal
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We've signed Bevan
And clean sheets are all that we need
And we’ll get them if you start
It isn't too hard to see
We need Bevan


[Repeat chorus until Bevan lets in his 69th goal in Summer :( ]


Ode to Oliver Lancashire
“Oliver’s Signed” (Music: Elvis Costello, Lyrics: King Crimson)

Saddlers are talking
We’ve got our back four right
Tuesday we’re walking
To The Banks’s, to face the Wolves by night

Got the team sheet information
Got my ticket, a Floors2Go reservation

Oliver's signed, is here to stay
Oliver's signed, more on their way
And he’ll show us how good he is
Playing on Tuesday


[Repeat chorus until there's nothing to protest about]


Ode to Aaron Lescott
(Inspired by Mary Poppins! Lyrics: King Crimson)

Lescott - What a Sight!

Mr. Bonser:
With tuppence for all new signings
And with Gray and Jones on the wings
With my rent for the ground
Fans bemoaning our plight
They think I am too tight
One full back – left and right

Oh, oh, oh!
Lescott’s quite a sight
Now a saddler? Too damn right!
Lescott’s quite a sight, he’ll get us roaring
All cheer the Floors2Go
Middle, upper and below
Oh, Lescott – what a sight!


Hutch:
When I give him the nod in the team
All at once, our back four is supreme
You won’t miss Danny Fox
In our penalty box
With Westlake on the right
Lescott left – what a sight!

Saddlers:
Oh, oh, oh!
Lescott’s quite a sight
Now a saddler? Too damn right!
Lescott’s quite a sight, he’ll get us roaring
All cheer the Floors2Go
Middle, upper and below
Oh, Lescott – what a sight!


[Repeat chorus until all chiminees are swept]


McGivern Takes The Ball
(Music: Benny and Bjorn/Lyrics: King Crimson) - To the tune of "The Winner Takes It All"


I don’t wanna talk
About the things we’ve gone through
Some of it hurts me
Saddlers history
Seen yellow and red cards
And our players bust-up too
At home and away
Watching Walsall play

McGivern takes the ball
Signed up for Walsall
Providing victory
That’s his destiny


Sat in Floors2Go
Knowing I belong there
Watching our defence
Season could be tense
Then we signed you up
Knowing you’ll be strong there
On you we pin new hopes
Like Dann and Fox and Ropes

The gods may throw a dice
Prayed to them once or twice
Relegation looming near
No solace found in beer
McGivern takes the ball
Signed up for Walsall
Starting the new campaign
Why should I complain.

So Vincent we won’t miss
Like I know we’d miss you
Starting every game
Crowd chanting your name
Playing for our side
You must know we need you
But what can I say
Just go out and play

So Hutchings will decide
How skills should be applied
He’s putting you on show
Right by the Floors2Go
The season’s on again
No heartache no more pain
Whether Swindon or Millwall
McGivern take the ball

I don’t wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
They may reprimand
Head buried in sand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Help us in the cup
Even better, take us up
Cos you see
McGivern takes the ball
McGivern takes the ball......


[Repeat chorus until acrimonious split occurs]
:D

Macken Has Signed Up
(Music: Bucks Fizz; Lyrics: King Crimson)


Wingers will speed it up
And our defenders slow them down
but if you believe that our
team can hit the top
the goals they must be found
And now we’ll be fine
Penned on the dotted line
Jon Macken has signed up!

Go up from this division
Must not fall behind
Need your flair and vision
Macken lead the line.

And then you're really gonna burn it up
On Saturdays and Tuesday nights
Get the ball on the deck
Then turn their defenders
And just shoot on sight
And now we can see how it's gonna be
Jon Macken has signed up!

[Repeat chorus until new band member messes everything up!]

"Reuben Reid - Two"
(Music: Leo Sayer Lyrics: King Crimson) To the tune of "When I Need You"


Reuben Reid - two
Seen both of your goals and I’ve cheered you
You’re only on loan that may be true
But take your chance while you’re away

Reuben Reid - mate
Don’t think we’ll be getting a big gate
Colchester United - no hot date
But I’ll be there watching you play

Miles and miles of empty seats in between us
Saddlers need a goal and they’ll smile
And we know you won’t be with us forever
You’re West Brom, the Albion, but we forgive you

Reuben Reid - two
Seen both of your goals and I’ve cheered you
You’re only on loan that may be true
But take your chance while you’re away

[Repeat chorus until "Jackie" magazine photoshoot begins]

Greatest Dave
(Musi: G Barlow, Lyrics: King Crimson)

Dave Davis could be, the greatest Dave in our side
There’s Bevan in goal, McDermott long since cast aside
Not Dave Kelly,
Or Bamber hopefully
Watch midfield come alive – a sight!
You can really trust me.

Too right you could be the greatest wolf if we’re wise
Let’s make a new start,
Leave feelings of hatred behind
Did with Osborn, did with Andrews in our side
Score the winner now, see you in new team mates’ arms tonight
Hold them
Hold them,
Hold them
Hold them (Tonight)
Hold them
Hold them

[Repeat chorus until Robbie re-joins]

Ode to Martin Devaney

"Winger Mart Devaney" (Music: Jackson 5/Lyrics: King Crimson) To the tune of "Blame it on the Boogie"


Had no flair out on the wing
Can only be a bad thing
We need to hear the crowd sing
And that's no lie

From Pleck right up to Darlo
From Delves across to Wolvo
On Saturday we cheered
And this was why

Devaney on the left side
Devaney on the wide right
Devaney hits the touch line
Winger Mart Devaney

Devaney on the left side
Devaney on the wide right
Devaney hits the touch line
Winger Mart Devaney


And though Hutchings may bug me
But Walsall it has drugged me
Spellbound Banks’s gets me
To my seat

You've changed our team completely
But in a month you’ll leave me
We need to keep you here
Eternally

Devaney on the left side
Devaney on the wide right
Devaney hits the touch line
Winger Mart Devany

Devaney on the left side
Devaney on the wide right
Devaney hits the touch line
Winger Mart Devaney


We just can’t
We just can’t
We just can’t believe his feet

[Repeat chorus until your oppressive father puts you to bed]

Ode to Jimmy Walker
“Jim Walker has Re-signed” (Music: Katrina and the Waves, Lyrics: King Crimson)


Oh! Ohhhh yeeeh
I used to think maybe we loved you now Jimmy I'm sure
And I just can’t wait till Tuesday ‘cos they ain’t gonna score
Now every time the ball comes in the box, you’ll deal with it well
I hope you inspire us and help us, I guess time will tell

Jim Walker has re-signed, wooah
Jim Walker has re-signed, woooah
Jim Walker has re-signed, woooah
and don't it feel good?!!

Hey, alright now
and dont it feel good!!
hey yeh


I used to think maybe we loved you, now I know that its true
and Brain and Bevan sit it out, making way Jim for you
now I don't want you back for just one game
Huddersfield away, no no no
I said Jimmy I want you back and I want you to stay

woah yeh!
Jim Walker has re-signed, wooah
Jim Walker has re-signed, woooah
Jim Walker has re-signed, woooah
and don't it feel good?!!

Hey, alright now
and don't it feel good!!
hey yeh ,oh yeh
and don't it feel good!!


Walker has re-signed
Walker has re-signed

Put on yer gloves, put on yer gloves, put on yer gloves see how they feel
Put on yer gloves, put on yer gloves, put on yer gloves see how they feel

woah yeh!
Jim Walker has re-signed, wooah
Jim Walker has re-signed, woooah
Jim Walker has re-signed, woooah
and don't it feel good?!!

I'll say it again now
and don't it feel good!!


[Repeat chorus until Eurovision beckons a return from obscurity]

Ode to Emmanuel Ladesma
Ladesma Bonito (Performed by Madonna; Lyrics by: King Crimson)


Last night I dreamt of The Bescot
“Goin’ down the Wednesbury Road”, I knew the song
A young man, feet better than Lescott
Need goals from him like yesterday, home and away

Chorus:
Warmer now so he won’t freeze
Relegation – on our knees
Goals are what his team mates need
Ladesma Bonito
And when the Tannoy played
The volume set so high
Ring through my ears and drop my pie
Our favourite Argentine


We want to see you score goals – let them fly
When it's time to impress don’t let chances pass by
Smiles on our faces, no cares from the crowd
And we sing, cheer your name long and loud – long and loud.

Warmer now so he won’t freeze
Relegation – on our knees
Goals are what his team mates need
Ladesma Bonito
And when the Tannoy played
The volume set so high
Ring through my ears and drop my pie
Our favourite Argentine


[Repeat chorus until Jean-Paul Gautier brassiere falls off]

Gbarssin (Music: Pet Shop Boys, Lyrics: King Crimson)

When I look back on games gone by
It's mostly with a sense of shame
Hutchings over-stayed his reign
Don’t want to go down to League Two
To play Torquay, Port Vale or Crewe
So we place our hopes in you

G-bar, g-bar, g-bar, g-barssin
Gbarssin
Every game we never won
Every time we’ve failed too
Every goal we never scored
Leaves our season in the poo
Gbarssin


Saddlers have taught me in extreme
Not to expect much from this team
But I still harbour a dream
Will never be cream of the crop
I know we can avoid the drop
Since Chris Hutchings got the chop

G-bar, g-bar, g-bar, g-barssin
Gbarssin
Every game we never won
Every time we’ve failed too
Every goal we never scored
Leaves our season in the poo
Gbarssin


[Repeat chorus until Kylie joins in with leather-clad dancing boys]

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