twoenz
18/11/2009, 1:02 PM
Been sitting here like a nervous wreck all day, and as means of keeping the spirit up and trying to keep away from the pub, I've tried to bring an old classic into relevence for tonight. It's not had a lot of thought, and some if it's just the old song rehashed, but it worked for me.
(In case you don't know the original, which I'm sure you do, it's this:http://2manykids.com/fitba/The%20Memories%20-%20The%20Game.mp3 )
To the tune of "We Didn't start the Fire" by Billy Joel.
Trapattoni, Jack's Army
Ray Houghton, RTE
Mick McCarthy, Stephen Staunton
Cascarino
Johnno and the Sledge
Shay doesn't let them in
North of Ireland
South of Ireland
Only one can go.
Richard Dunne, back four
Nolan's knocking on the door
World Cup
English Clubs
Damien Duff and the Dubs
Saipan two thousand and two
Africa we're bound for you
Glen Whelan and Keith Andrews
Folan is our blunderbus.
We’re gonna start a fire
And with Jo'burg burning
there’ll be no returning
Were gonna start a fire
We have Trap to mind us
and the fans behind us
Berbatov, Sofia,
Bari we nearly buried ya,
Charlie Hurley, Liam Tuohy
Eircom blob a mess
Ray Houghton with his head
Gary Breen, a whole team
Humphries writing in the Times
C**tphy in the Star
Stuttgart was no dream
now we have a winning team
Domenech, he's a mess
Lass is gonna get a kick
Dunphy likes to tear us down
Landsdowne roar to Croker sound
Eircom League is in a mess,
Double payments in the bank
We’re gonna start a fire
And with Jo'burg burning
there’ll be no returning
Were gonna start a fire
We have Trap to mind us
and the fans behind us
Ronaldo, Alonso
Nakamura, Batigol
Schmiechel, Cannavaro,
Vennegor of Hesselink
Hamilton, Jim Beglin
John and Edward on TV
Maradona, Hand of God
Both the Reids not in the squad?
Away games score draws,
Don Givens' temporary charge
Darren Gibson wanted north,
Platini, ya ******
made up as he went along
for the TV money
Beat the French in Paris,
they thought they'd get a free trip
Pleaded, seeded,
Because of the supporters
Ribery, thank God he's out
Now we really have a shout
Anelka and Govou,
Have the got the bottle
We have Duffer, we have Keane
Boys in Green,
Ginola hits a backpass
when it's over, then we'll known
We beat UEFA's mafia
Charles De Gaulle airport
Sarkozy stand on your box
Ryan Air rip off,
we can take the hardship
But the fan's couldn't care
They' can travel anywhere
No one else can match the sound
When we fill that Paris ground
Mid november, French game,
We can beat them at their game
Cyprus down, Georgia too
Pretoria we're off to you
When we're sitting in the sun,
Last one out please lock the door,
Keano is about to score,
Listen to the Irish roar.
(In case you don't know the original, which I'm sure you do, it's this:http://2manykids.com/fitba/The%20Memories%20-%20The%20Game.mp3 )
To the tune of "We Didn't start the Fire" by Billy Joel.
Trapattoni, Jack's Army
Ray Houghton, RTE
Mick McCarthy, Stephen Staunton
Cascarino
Johnno and the Sledge
Shay doesn't let them in
North of Ireland
South of Ireland
Only one can go.
Richard Dunne, back four
Nolan's knocking on the door
World Cup
English Clubs
Damien Duff and the Dubs
Saipan two thousand and two
Africa we're bound for you
Glen Whelan and Keith Andrews
Folan is our blunderbus.
We’re gonna start a fire
And with Jo'burg burning
there’ll be no returning
Were gonna start a fire
We have Trap to mind us
and the fans behind us
Berbatov, Sofia,
Bari we nearly buried ya,
Charlie Hurley, Liam Tuohy
Eircom blob a mess
Ray Houghton with his head
Gary Breen, a whole team
Humphries writing in the Times
C**tphy in the Star
Stuttgart was no dream
now we have a winning team
Domenech, he's a mess
Lass is gonna get a kick
Dunphy likes to tear us down
Landsdowne roar to Croker sound
Eircom League is in a mess,
Double payments in the bank
We’re gonna start a fire
And with Jo'burg burning
there’ll be no returning
Were gonna start a fire
We have Trap to mind us
and the fans behind us
Ronaldo, Alonso
Nakamura, Batigol
Schmiechel, Cannavaro,
Vennegor of Hesselink
Hamilton, Jim Beglin
John and Edward on TV
Maradona, Hand of God
Both the Reids not in the squad?
Away games score draws,
Don Givens' temporary charge
Darren Gibson wanted north,
Platini, ya ******
made up as he went along
for the TV money
Beat the French in Paris,
they thought they'd get a free trip
Pleaded, seeded,
Because of the supporters
Ribery, thank God he's out
Now we really have a shout
Anelka and Govou,
Have the got the bottle
We have Duffer, we have Keane
Boys in Green,
Ginola hits a backpass
when it's over, then we'll known
We beat UEFA's mafia
Charles De Gaulle airport
Sarkozy stand on your box
Ryan Air rip off,
we can take the hardship
But the fan's couldn't care
They' can travel anywhere
No one else can match the sound
When we fill that Paris ground
Mid november, French game,
We can beat them at their game
Cyprus down, Georgia too
Pretoria we're off to you
When we're sitting in the sun,
Last one out please lock the door,
Keano is about to score,
Listen to the Irish roar.