Gully
Monkey in a seagull suit.
Withdeanwombat, I am sure we could make a brilliant song out of that tune.
"All you need is Hove"...that is inspired!
"All you need is Hove"...that is inspired!
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Deano's Right Foot
Well-known member
"Handsworth Revolution" Steel Pulse
Come all you gallant sailors
Who sail across the sea
And listen to this story
I'm about to tell to thee
Concerning those bold fishermen
Who sail the seas so wet
A hunting for fish-fingers
With a harpoon and a net
Twas in the year of 84
or was it 83?
That we set sail from Brighton Pier
Bound for Americee
The storms they was a-raging
And the waves a dreadful sight
It took us forty days, me boys
To reach the Isle Of Wight
Our captain's name was Gladys
And he wore a dress of red
Which might have been the reason
He was not married
He was the gay old sea dog
And it was his favourite joy
To take a stroll around the deck
With the handsome cabin boy
Two hundred miles from Iceland
A mighty shoal we spied
MacFisheries Fish-fingers
Came a-floating against the tide
We set off in our longboats
But then our luck we cursed
Alas we were too late
The chinese take-away got there first
Those slant-eyed heathens came at us
They was a dreadful crew
All brandishing computers
And giving it the old Kung-Fu
We sang to them a sea shanty
But they did not want to know
Their skipper felled our mizzen mast
With one Karate blow
We came back to old England
A twelve months and a day
It would have been much quicker, but
We took the pretty way
No more I'll go fish-fingering
On the frozen arctic shore
Next year I'll hunt sheep-burgers
On the downs of Falmer
Who sail across the sea
And listen to this story
I'm about to tell to thee
Concerning those bold fishermen
Who sail the seas so wet
A hunting for fish-fingers
With a harpoon and a net
Twas in the year of 84
or was it 83?
That we set sail from Brighton Pier
Bound for Americee
The storms they was a-raging
And the waves a dreadful sight
It took us forty days, me boys
To reach the Isle Of Wight
Our captain's name was Gladys
And he wore a dress of red
Which might have been the reason
He was not married
He was the gay old sea dog
And it was his favourite joy
To take a stroll around the deck
With the handsome cabin boy
Two hundred miles from Iceland
A mighty shoal we spied
MacFisheries Fish-fingers
Came a-floating against the tide
We set off in our longboats
But then our luck we cursed
Alas we were too late
The chinese take-away got there first
Those slant-eyed heathens came at us
They was a dreadful crew
All brandishing computers
And giving it the old Kung-Fu
We sang to them a sea shanty
But they did not want to know
Their skipper felled our mizzen mast
With one Karate blow
We came back to old England
A twelve months and a day
It would have been much quicker, but
We took the pretty way
No more I'll go fish-fingering
On the frozen arctic shore
Next year I'll hunt sheep-burgers
On the downs of Falmer
Icy Gull
Back on the rollercoaster
- Jul 5, 2003
- 72,015
They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of LONDON town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of LONDON town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Man of Harveys
Well-known member
Och ye wouldnae think thes' fit Scandi berds wood seng aboot Glasgae. But the' ded!
The genius of ABBA
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
Like I always do
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from glasgow
All I do is eat and sleep and sing
Wishing every show was the last show
(wishing every show was the last show)
So imagine I was glad to hear youre coming
(glad to hear youre coming)
Suddenly I feel all right
(and suddenly its gonna be)
And its gonna be so different
When Im on the stage tonight
Tonight the
Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Smiling, having fun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Feeling like a number one
Tonight the
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Like I always do
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
Facing twenty thousand of your friends
How can anyone be so lonely
Part of a success that never ends
Still Im thinking about you only
(still Im thinking about you only)
There are moments when I think Im going crazy
(think Im going crazy)
But its gonna be alright
(youll soon be changing everything)
Everything will be so different
When Im on the stage tonight
Tonight the
Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Smiling, having fun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Feeling like a number one
Tonight the
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Like I always do
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
So Ill be there when you arrive
The sight of you will prove to me Im still alive
And when you take me in your arms
And hold me tight
I know its gonna mean so much tonight
Tonight the
Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Smiling, having fun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Feeling like a number one
Tonight the
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Like I always do
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
The genius of ABBA
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
Like I always do
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from glasgow
All I do is eat and sleep and sing
Wishing every show was the last show
(wishing every show was the last show)
So imagine I was glad to hear youre coming
(glad to hear youre coming)
Suddenly I feel all right
(and suddenly its gonna be)
And its gonna be so different
When Im on the stage tonight
Tonight the
Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Smiling, having fun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Feeling like a number one
Tonight the
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Like I always do
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
Facing twenty thousand of your friends
How can anyone be so lonely
Part of a success that never ends
Still Im thinking about you only
(still Im thinking about you only)
There are moments when I think Im going crazy
(think Im going crazy)
But its gonna be alright
(youll soon be changing everything)
Everything will be so different
When Im on the stage tonight
Tonight the
Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Smiling, having fun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Feeling like a number one
Tonight the
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Like I always do
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
So Ill be there when you arrive
The sight of you will prove to me Im still alive
And when you take me in your arms
And hold me tight
I know its gonna mean so much tonight
Tonight the
Super trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Smiling, having fun
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Feeling like a number one
Tonight the
Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
Like I always do
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
cause somewhere in the crowd theres you
COD LIVER OIL AND ORANGE JUICE
As sung by Hamish Imlach
Well oot o' the East there came a hard man
Oh-ho, a' the way frae Brigton?
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Well he went intae a pub and he come oot paralytic
Oh, VP and cider
Ah-ha, what a hell of a mixture
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Sex rears its ugly head...)
Does this bus go tae the Dennistoun Palais?
Oh-ho, I'm lookin' fur a lumber
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Eyes up the talent, and lo and behold...)
In the dancin' he met Hairy Mary,
Oh, the flooer o' the Gorbals
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Chats he up...)
Aw noo Mary, are ye dancin'?
"Oh no, it's just the way I'm staunin'"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Rebuffed!)
Well then, Mary, yer one in a million,
"Oh-ho, so's yer chances!"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Rebuffed again!)
Well then Mary, can I run ye hame?
Oh-ho, I've got a pair of sandshoes,
"A ha-ha, ye're hell of a funny!"
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Never say die. Sways aboot nonchalantly,
picking his nails with a bayonet. An' he knocks her off...)
Well, doon through the back-close, an' intae the dunny,
Oh-ho, it wasnae fur the first time,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Then oot came her mammy - she was goin' tae the cludgie,
Oh-ho, I buggered off sharpish,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Noo Hairy Mary's lookin' for her hard man,
Oh-ho, he's jined the Foreign Legion
Ah-ha, Sahara unner ra camels,
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Then Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh-ho, its faither's in the army
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
As sung by Hamish Imlach
Well oot o' the East there came a hard man
Oh-ho, a' the way frae Brigton?
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Well he went intae a pub and he come oot paralytic
Oh, VP and cider
Ah-ha, what a hell of a mixture
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Sex rears its ugly head...)
Does this bus go tae the Dennistoun Palais?
Oh-ho, I'm lookin' fur a lumber
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Eyes up the talent, and lo and behold...)
In the dancin' he met Hairy Mary,
Oh, the flooer o' the Gorbals
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Chats he up...)
Aw noo Mary, are ye dancin'?
"Oh no, it's just the way I'm staunin'"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Rebuffed!)
Well then, Mary, yer one in a million,
"Oh-ho, so's yer chances!"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Rebuffed again!)
Well then Mary, can I run ye hame?
Oh-ho, I've got a pair of sandshoes,
"A ha-ha, ye're hell of a funny!"
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Never say die. Sways aboot nonchalantly,
picking his nails with a bayonet. An' he knocks her off...)
Well, doon through the back-close, an' intae the dunny,
Oh-ho, it wasnae fur the first time,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Then oot came her mammy - she was goin' tae the cludgie,
Oh-ho, I buggered off sharpish,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Noo Hairy Mary's lookin' for her hard man,
Oh-ho, he's jined the Foreign Legion
Ah-ha, Sahara unner ra camels,
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Then Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh-ho, its faither's in the army
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
SJ's Love Monkey
Ambrose-ia
Buzzer said:
You forgot Oldham Mumps!
Bevendean Hillbilly
New member
The leaving of Liverpool: Dubliners
Wor-thing: Troggs
Wor-thing: Troggs
Man of Harveys
Well-known member
Going Down To Liverpool - the Bangles
Birmingham - Randy Newman
Birmingham - Randy Newman
Bevendean Hillbilly
New member
Chelsea dagger: Fratellis
Durham Town: Roger Whittaker *cough*
Portishead: Portishead
Durham Town: Roger Whittaker *cough*
Portishead: Portishead
Hove&Albion F.C
New member
- May 15, 2004
- 790
Longsight M13- Ian Brown.
Dave the OAP
Well-known member
Scarborough fair - Simon and garfunkle
withdeanwombat
Well-known member
Gully said:
Lyrics posted,see Song for Gully.
The Large One
Who's Next?
Selsey Bill - Madness
Albion Edd
Brighton til die
Downing Street Kindling and On Sussex downs by Larrikin Love
Sussex by the Sea
Now is the time for marching,
Now let your hearts be gay,
Hark to the merry bugles
Sounding along our way.
So let your voices ring my boys,
And take the time from me,
And I'll sing you a song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea!
For Sussex by the Sea !
Oh Sussex, Sussex by the Sea !
Good old Sussex by the Sea !
You may tell them all that we stand or fall,
For Sussex by the Sea
We're the men from Sussex,
Sussex by the Sea.
We plough and sow and reap and mow,
And useful men are we;
And when you go to Sussex,
Whoever you may be,
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the Sea!
(chorus)
Up in the morning early,
Start at the break of day;
March till the evening shadows
Tell us it's time to stay.
We're always moving on my boys,
So take the time from me,
And sing this song as we march along, Of Sussex by the Sea.
(chorus)
Sometimes your feet are weary
Sometimes the way is long,
Sometimes the day is dreary,
Sometimes the world goes wrong;
But if you let your voices ring,
Your care will fly away,
So we'll sing a song as we march along, Of Sussex by the Sea.
(chorus)
Light is the love of a soldier,
That's what the ladies say,
Lightly he goes a wooing,
Lightly he rides away.
In love and war we always are
As fair as fair can be,
And a soldier boy is a lady's joy In Sussex by the Sea!
(chorus)
Far o'er the seas we wander,
Wide thro' the world we roam;
Far from the kind hearts yonder,
Far from our dear old home;
But ne'er shall we forget my boys,
And true we'll ever be
To the girls so kind that we left behind
In Sussex by the Sea
http://web.ukonline.co.uk/chalcraft/sussexby.htm
http://web.ukonline.co.uk/chalcraft/sussex_by_the_sea.mp3
Sussex by the Sea was written by the musician, composer and songwriter William Ward-Higgs in 1907, while he was living at Hollywood House in South Bersted, near Bognor, West Sussex. Ward-Higgs's grave is in Bersted churchyard. As well as being adopted by Brighton & Hove Albion (1910), it was also the official song of the Royal Sussex Army Regiment (1914).
In 1914, Sussex by the Sea was adopted as the Regimental song for the Royal Sussex Regiment. It became strongly associated with the club as the troops were billetted at the Goldstone Ground before being sent to fight in the First World War.The song was no doubt heard on numerous occasions whilst the troops were encamped at the ground, and therefore became attached to the football club. It has also retained its military links, despite the Royal Sussex Regiment having amalglamated with other local corps to form the Home Counties Battalion in 1958, which became the 1st-4th Battalion Queen's Regiment eight years later. The song can still apparently be heard on regimental days of the 3rd Battalion Queen's Regiment, who are the direct descendants of the orginal Sussex outfit. It has also been adopted as a county anthem, being traditionally played, for example, at the Sussex Bonfire Societies' November 5th celebrations in Lewes.
Now is the time for marching,
Now let your hearts be gay,
Hark to the merry bugles
Sounding along our way.
So let your voices ring my boys,
And take the time from me,
And I'll sing you a song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea!
For Sussex by the Sea !
Oh Sussex, Sussex by the Sea !
Good old Sussex by the Sea !
You may tell them all that we stand or fall,
For Sussex by the Sea
We're the men from Sussex,
Sussex by the Sea.
We plough and sow and reap and mow,
And useful men are we;
And when you go to Sussex,
Whoever you may be,
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the Sea!
(chorus)
Up in the morning early,
Start at the break of day;
March till the evening shadows
Tell us it's time to stay.
We're always moving on my boys,
So take the time from me,
And sing this song as we march along, Of Sussex by the Sea.
(chorus)
Sometimes your feet are weary
Sometimes the way is long,
Sometimes the day is dreary,
Sometimes the world goes wrong;
But if you let your voices ring,
Your care will fly away,
So we'll sing a song as we march along, Of Sussex by the Sea.
(chorus)
Light is the love of a soldier,
That's what the ladies say,
Lightly he goes a wooing,
Lightly he rides away.
In love and war we always are
As fair as fair can be,
And a soldier boy is a lady's joy In Sussex by the Sea!
(chorus)
Far o'er the seas we wander,
Wide thro' the world we roam;
Far from the kind hearts yonder,
Far from our dear old home;
But ne'er shall we forget my boys,
And true we'll ever be
To the girls so kind that we left behind
In Sussex by the Sea
http://web.ukonline.co.uk/chalcraft/sussexby.htm
http://web.ukonline.co.uk/chalcraft/sussex_by_the_sea.mp3
Sussex by the Sea was written by the musician, composer and songwriter William Ward-Higgs in 1907, while he was living at Hollywood House in South Bersted, near Bognor, West Sussex. Ward-Higgs's grave is in Bersted churchyard. As well as being adopted by Brighton & Hove Albion (1910), it was also the official song of the Royal Sussex Army Regiment (1914).
In 1914, Sussex by the Sea was adopted as the Regimental song for the Royal Sussex Regiment. It became strongly associated with the club as the troops were billetted at the Goldstone Ground before being sent to fight in the First World War.The song was no doubt heard on numerous occasions whilst the troops were encamped at the ground, and therefore became attached to the football club. It has also retained its military links, despite the Royal Sussex Regiment having amalglamated with other local corps to form the Home Counties Battalion in 1958, which became the 1st-4th Battalion Queen's Regiment eight years later. The song can still apparently be heard on regimental days of the 3rd Battalion Queen's Regiment, who are the direct descendants of the orginal Sussex outfit. It has also been adopted as a county anthem, being traditionally played, for example, at the Sussex Bonfire Societies' November 5th celebrations in Lewes.