Mr. Kakoshka, it just happened again (Sad, so sad) They struck the museum like a hurricane (Sad, so sad) Haul 'em on a coach and it?s dead and it?s gone
Barry John was the king of Rugby Union He was fast and agile and extremely good-looking All you'd see would be a flash of red Wales were best, 'cause
We'll be singing, when we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down but I get up again You're never going to keep me down I get knocked down but
Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open. If you'd like to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is oh five three
Well since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell Down south of Market Street in Homeless Hotel It feels so lonely baby It feels so lonely baby
He's five feet two and he's six feet four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of thirty-one and he's always seventeen He's been a soldier
After wading through the flooded toilets To stand on the crumbling concrete steps Wind and rain beating in your face You mumble football's favorite phrase
From Coca-Cola to TV politics Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets From words and images to advertising From Colonel Sanders to cop-car sirens And now
Business bought the athletes out With gold medals and role models Drugs and media and national pride Why join in when you can watch it on TV? So out of
All the runners running downhill All the throwers with strap-on muscles Gold, silver, and bronze To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids Random testing
Oh, where are you now George? Now that wingers have been laid to rest And shirts have adverts across their breast And it's all about who's the richest
54 inch around the chest Stitching ripping on his vest Biceps, triceps, ready to flex A gold medallion around his neck He looks more like the Michelin
City, city, city City, Man city Living in the city Manchester city Colin Bell, Frannie Lee Neil Young, Mike Summerbee Rodney Marsh, Alan Oakes Tommy Booth
Closed circuit TV and hooligans The guinea pigs are the football fans Using football's bad reputation For crowd control operations Seizing on any chance
She's a slip of a girl to be out of school She's a product of apartheid She won her spurs under minority rule She's a product of apartheid Afrikaners
From the heights of Montezuma to the shores of Sicily From the rainplains of Africa Across the shining sea From the East to the West From the rainforests
It's all about getting the ball in the back of the net, Brian I'm as sick as a parrot, Brian I'm over the moon, Brian Well, I think the lads were well
The little leagues, the spare-time sports Works teams and pub teams Sandwiches for the darts competition Oranges at half time Spare time tennis, scrambling