EddieReader
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- Aug 15, 2010
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Good Old Suusex By the Sea, Always. That Brighton March song is good as well.
1......You're gonna get your fuckin heads kicked in...
2......Over there, over there, and do they smell, like f***ing hell...
3....Hit him on the head, hit him on the head, hit him on the head with a baseball bat, oh yeah, oh yeah.
4...He's only a poor little Eagle, his face is all tattered and torn,he makes me feel sick, so i hit him with a brick, and now he don't sing any more...
Continueing with our stroll down memory lane , number 5 this week in 1976 .........
Tip toe through the North Stand , Wiv your boots on , Get your head kicked in , and tip toe through the North Stand with me...
And at number 6 ....
Who's that? ........
Iza...
Iza who ?
Iza knock kneed chicken and a bow legged hen , we ain't lost a fight since I don't know when , We don't give a wiggle and we don't give a wank , We are the Brighton North Stand.... (didn't rhyme then either)
Bubbling under
Knees Up Brighton Town , knees up Brighton Town , top of the table you must go , eyi eyi eyi eyo , .........................
Que massive surge all the way to the bottom of the terrace .
Gotta say , number 2 sung really slowly in a descant was an absolute corker.
Miss those songs , don't miss what went with them.
1......You're gonna get your fuckin heads kicked in...
2......Over there, over there, and do they smell, like f***ing hell...
3....Hit him on the head, hit him on the head, hit him on the head with a baseball bat, oh yeah, oh yeah.
4...He's only a poor little Eagle, his face is all tattered and torn,he makes me feel sick, so i hit him with a brick, and now he don't sing any more...
Continueing with our stroll down memory lane , number 5 this week in 1976 .........
Tip toe through the North Stand , Wiv your boots on , Get your head kicked in , and tip toe through the North Stand with me...
And at number 6 ....
Who's that? ........
Iza...
Iza who ?
Iza knock kneed chicken and a bow legged hen , we ain't lost a fight since I don't know when , We don't give a wiggle and we don't give a wank , We are the Brighton North Stand.... (didn't rhyme then either)
Bubbling under
Knees Up Brighton Town , knees up Brighton Town , top of the table you must go , eyi eyi eyi eyo , .........................
Que massive surge all the way to the bottom of the terrace .
Gotta say , number 2 sung really slowly in a descant was an absolute corker.
Miss those songs , don't miss what went with them.
Those were the days. There were some dopey songs around that didn't rhyme, but worked. Tiptoe was a particular favourite.
What about... My old man said be a palace fan, I said f*** off bollocks your a ( unt.
When I was young and had no sense, I asked my mother what shall I be?
shall I be Brighton or Palace, this what she said to me.
Go wash you're mouth with soap, go
fetch you're fathers gun and shoot the Palace scum,
Brighton are number one.
But I think there will be a tear or three when we sing We are Brighton Super Brighton, for the first time at The Amex.
We love you,we love you,we love you and everywhere we'll follow,we'll follow,we'll follow,cuz we support the Brighton ,the Brighton,the Brighton and that's the way we like it,we like it ,We like it ,Ohhhhhhwhoooooo,ohhhhhhhwhooo ooo!