Lyrics:
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
Mister, can we have our football back?
hear Rosso-Rosso over there
And you have cha-cha clubs
You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff
I understand you
I'm from a town called
Mmmm
Marquis
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
over town
I'd put TV cameras in the Lincoln bedroom
So the whole nation could watch Rock laying it down
And Monday night football on every TV
And Lynyrd
What do you think about your town since you've left and come back ?
It's fantastic! I was across the river from the club last night, I never had
it's just a suburb in my town, in my town
I remember the dances downstairs, at the youth club of our church
You had to know who you have to avoid, not
never matched you flamboyantly
But don't be jealous of my green
The king is dead and you're the queen
Of hearts and spades and football clubs
Can't give
Sir, O'Reilly!"
Hobnob
And we wave to the people who frown
At our hair as we ride into town
And Chalky and Nozz had set up the gear
At the club
of waiting is over
This year the title is ours!
We are the gunners!
We are arsenal football club!
We march to the finishline!
Its our time to shine!
Åooååååå
In this old town on the North Bucks border
The place that we call home
There's a football club that we follow
A team to call our own
From Willen Road
Underground railroading bricks Harriet Tubman
Priceless records CommaClub used to pay for commissary
I sell dog and chickens bra you tripping I ain’t no
Ham Football Club, get in the geezer mode, yeah?
This side, you're Millwall, yeah? You two, you two hate each other
You two are gonna beat each other
You're on the street in your home town, you're wonderin' what to do
And you hear some Irish music and you know it's meant for you
And you stop where
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound get me out of this town
Resonating clear on my head
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
This one is for the boys with their vodka lemonade
Acting like a fag all their day and just always go insane
In the club watching football then
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
at the club I'm doing shots at the bar and
There ain't nothing better then an ice cream sunday
Being a rock star one day
Playing ball in the park with my frinds
and fame
I’ve always got to represent, through the years increased crime rate
And Macclesfield football club finally gained the takeover
New direction
me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
Well, I'm premed here at UGA
Live on Millage Avenue
I was raised over
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
Let's go walk around
Down Town
In A Suit & Gown
Let's Get Lost
Drink until We're Found
One More Shot
And then It's Going Down
My life's been
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