There once was a plumber from Leigh Who was plumbing a girl by the sea Said the girl "Cease your plumbing I think someone's coming Said the plumber, still plumbing, "It's me."
There once was a man called Rolland Who bought our club with a shake of a hand with fans hopes of success it turned into a mess It's league one and not the promised land.
There was a rich fella called Roland Who owned football clubs everywhere bar Poland He turned up at The Valley Drove us up a dark alley And now we're all doomed to League 1 land!
Here's my take on the current situation through the medium of Limerick.
Another chapter comes to an end, but the club seems to be on the mend, A saviour was found, Put our feet on the ground and stopped us all going round the bend.
And so we say farewell to Yann, An incredibly popular man He'd bang in the winner From Brighton to Pinner Goodbye, and thanks, from us fans.
Along came a new Charlton team, To bring up a new head of steam, With names so bizzare, From near and from far, We hope they deliver our dream.
A young pole with talented feet, Learned his trade kicking balls in the street, But it's never the same, When you can't say his name, So now, he's just called Polish Pete.
The young Swede from Standard Liege, Looked better in red, than in beige He stands six foot three Is as tall as a tree, and his haircut became all the rage.
And then we signed young Anil Koc Whose name, Addicks queued up to mock. But it didn't last long It was all very wrong We decided to just call him Jock
Yuran Thuram-Ulien, you know, Is a mouthful, to say in one go But the French have this fame, For peculiar names. Perhaps we should all call him Joe.
Reza Ghoochannejhad, we just can't Come up with a credible chant, Does he have a nickname? Which is a little bit tame, We'll have to find out from his aunt.
A defender from France, Loic Nego was rumoured to train on just Sago He just shovelled it in, From a big yellow tin, Which he brought from a one legged Dago.
(A todos los gente Espanol, lo siento)
Sir Chris, is an incredible guy, Throughout this, he did not bat an eye But just kept his stride with immense Charlton pride, Now's NOT the time for goodbye.
Duchatelet's another name too, Where the rhymes aren't that easy to do, But without being funny, He's put in his money, So, let's see what he can do.
So, as the new guys come to town, No more Robinsons, Haydocks or Brown, But it's never too late, To step up to the plate and stop CAFC going down.
And, to all you young fans, and the old 'uns Who've travelled from Brighton to Bolton As we suffer the blows There's one thing we all know . . . . We ain't Barcelona, ….....WE'RE CHARLTON
Here's my take on the current situation through the medium of Limerick.
Another chapter comes to an end, but the club seems to be on the mend, A saviour was found, Put our feet on the ground and stopped us all going round the bend.
And so we say farewell to Yann, An incredibly popular man He'd bang in the winner From Brighton to Pinner Goodbye, and thanks, from us fans.
Along came a new Charlton team, To bring up a new head of steam, With names so bizzare, From near and from far, We hope they deliver our dream.
A young pole with talented feet, Learned his trade kicking balls in the street, But it's never the same, When you can't say his name, So now, he's just called Polish Pete.
The young Swede from Standard Liege, Looked better in red, than in beige He stands six foot three Is as tall as a tree, and his haircut became all the rage.
And then we signed young Anil Koc Whose name, Addicks queued up to mock. But it didn't last long It was all very wrong We decided to just call him Jock
Yuran Thuram-Ulien, you know, Is a mouthful, to say in one go But the French have this fame, For peculiar names. Perhaps we should all call him Joe.
Reza Ghoochannejhad, we just can't Come up with a credible chant, Does he have a nickname? Which is a little bit tame, We'll have to find out from his aunt.
A defender from France, Loic Nego was rumoured to train on just Sago He just shovelled it in, From a big yellow tin, Which he brought from a one legged Dago.
(A todos los gente Espanol, lo siento)
Sir Chris, is an incredible guy, Throughout this, he did not bat an eye But just kept his stride with immense Charlton pride, Now's NOT the time for goodbye.
Duchatelet's another name too, Where the rhymes aren't that easy to do, But without being funny, He's put in his money, So, let's see what he can do.
So, as the new guys come to town, No more Robinsons, Haydocks or Brown, But it's never too late, To step up to the plate and stop CAFC going down.
And, to all you young fans, and the old 'uns Who've travelled from Brighton to Bolton As we suffer the blows There's one thing we all know . . . . We ain't Barcelona, ….....WE'RE CHARLTON
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The Vicar's wife to lie on,
He thought it rude,
to do it nude,
So he kept his old school tie on.
(Ken Dodd - Bradford Alhambra c1952)
Who was plumbing a girl by the sea
Said the girl "Cease your plumbing
I think someone's coming
Said the plumber, still plumbing, "It's me."
Who bought our club with a shake of a hand
with fans hopes of success
it turned into a mess
It's league one and not the promised land.
Who owned football clubs everywhere bar Poland
He turned up at The Valley
Drove us up a dark alley
And now we're all doomed to League 1 land!
Another chapter comes to an end,
but the club seems to be on the mend,
A saviour was found,
Put our feet on the ground
and stopped us all going round the bend.
And so we say farewell to Yann,
An incredibly popular man
He'd bang in the winner
From Brighton to Pinner
Goodbye, and thanks, from us fans.
Along came a new Charlton team,
To bring up a new head of steam,
With names so bizzare,
From near and from far,
We hope they deliver our dream.
A young pole with talented feet,
Learned his trade kicking balls in the street,
But it's never the same,
When you can't say his name,
So now, he's just called Polish Pete.
The young Swede from Standard Liege,
Looked better in red, than in beige
He stands six foot three
Is as tall as a tree,
and his haircut became all the rage.
And then we signed young Anil Koc
Whose name, Addicks queued up to mock.
But it didn't last long
It was all very wrong
We decided to just call him Jock
Yuran Thuram-Ulien, you know,
Is a mouthful, to say in one go
But the French have this fame,
For peculiar names.
Perhaps we should all call him Joe.
Reza Ghoochannejhad, we just can't
Come up with a credible chant,
Does he have a nickname?
Which is a little bit tame,
We'll have to find out from his aunt.
A defender from France, Loic Nego
was rumoured to train on just Sago
He just shovelled it in,
From a big yellow tin,
Which he brought from a one legged Dago.
(A todos los gente Espanol, lo siento)
Sir Chris, is an incredible guy,
Throughout this, he did not bat an eye
But just kept his stride
with immense Charlton pride,
Now's NOT the time for goodbye.
Duchatelet's another name too,
Where the rhymes aren't that easy to do,
But without being funny,
He's put in his money,
So, let's see what he can do.
So, as the new guys come to town,
No more Robinsons, Haydocks or Brown,
But it's never too late,
To step up to the plate
and stop CAFC going down.
And, to all you young fans, and the old 'uns
Who've travelled from Brighton to Bolton
As we suffer the blows
There's one thing we all know
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We ain't Barcelona, ….....WE'RE CHARLTON
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