FOOTBALLS CRAZY

Friendly people oh yes indeed,
Our football fan’s all agreed.
On the terraces and in the kop,
They love the game so they won’t stop.
Being there for their team,
And chanting phrases as they scream.
Letting others know who they support,
Loudly admitting they won’t abort.
Sending a message across the land,

Come take us on and be a man.
Rubbing it in all the way,
As they come fourth on that day.
Zig-zagging in with all respect,
Yes we’ll win so what the heck.

There was a young boy on land,

There was a young boy on land,

Who liked to do things so grand?

When playing football,

For country and all,

A rocket blew up in his hand.

By Dr Geebers

Ronnie Crockett And His Precious Locket

Ronnie Crocket, had a locket,

Which he kept in his right pocket.

That was gold, so he was told,

Which he would let no one hold.

Why oh why, because it was a lie,

Now if it got stolen, no one would buy.

As it was fake, so what the heck,

It belonged to his father, for heavens sake.

Even though, poor Ronnie was slow,

On understanding others you know.

As people did say, he was a bit gay,

Well no he wasn't, he was ok.

Even though, he liked to go,

And do something’s like children you know.

Like play on the swings, totally bling,

As well as doing some childish things.

For one and all, he liked football,

Which was his passion I do recall?

Going to the park, to make his mark,

By scoring goals right from his heart.

Until one day, as Ronnie did play,

He dropped his locket, I say, I say.

Which made him mad and really sad?

Because it belonged to his dad.

Then he broke down upon the ground,

Crying and kicking all around.

Not saying why, he wanted to die,

As he prayed to God, way up high.

Oh please God, I’m a silly sod".

Said Ronnie Crocket as he began to sob.

Oh please help me, please you see,

For I’ve lost my locket my father gave me".

And God answered back, "oh what’s the crack,

It's to your left, make no mistake".

So Ronnie got up out of his rut,

Now there it was with sheer luck.

Oh thank you God, I’m a silly sod,

Oh thank you now that was a good job.

So Ronnie Crocket found his locket,

And put it back into his pocket.

Now everyday, before bed I say

Poor Ronnie Crocket would always pray.

Oh dear God, I cry, I sob,

I'll never again be a silly sod.

By Dr Geebers

The Magic Mission

The magic mission of thy sword,

Comes out in times when one is bored.

To conquer the world in its ways,

Which is not nice most people say.

As violence means guns and bombs,

Sex goddesses wearing thongs.

Crazy people going mad,

In life it’s self now that is sad.

So what can we do to stop this mess?

To join together nevertheless.

All those people who live in fear,

In total harmony every year.

Would it be music so gentle and kind?

Would it be football that’s magic we find.

Would it be peace at last for free?

Or would it be love for God you see.

Well who knows it could be any,

As life goes on without a penny.

To find that answer to bring fun,

In life so dark what’s done is done.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Horse A Foal

There was a young horse a foal,

Who wanted to score a goal,

When nicking a ball,

This I recall,

From a footballer called Joe Cole.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man With Some Beacon

There was a young man with some bacon,

Who didn’t know what was a check in,

So he played with some balls,

So a customer recalls,

Until someone shouted there’s Beckham.

By Dr Geebers