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Song for Saturday? "Que sera sera....whatever will be will be....

...no work permit, no cur-bish-ley

...que sera sera

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    Yes
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    Oh Bob Peeters, oh Bob Peeters, oh Bob Peeteeeers, he's got no job, Roland's a knob, oh Bob Peeetteeeerssss
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    Ben and Damien's red & white army!
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    Think you meant "Que sera sera ...Wattever will be, will be"
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    This is how it feels to be palace
    this is how it feels to be small
    this is how it feels when your club means nothing at all.

    (To Inspiral carpet's this is how it feels)

    That's not very cheery
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    vff said:

    This is how it feels to be palace
    this is how it feels to be small
    this is how it feels when your club means nothing at all.

    (To Inspiral carpet's this is how it feels)

    That's not very cheery
    o.k. how about
    Cheerio,
    cheerio,
    cheerio.
    ?
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    vffvff
    edited January 2015

    vff said:

    This is how it feels to be palace
    this is how it feels to be small
    this is how it feels when your club means nothing at all.

    (To Inspiral carpet's this is how it feels)

    That's not very cheery
    o.k. how about
    Cheerio,
    cheerio,
    cheerio.
    ?
    Not sure that is any better. UBoats / Greenie Junior is quality re Luzon.

    How about, 'you can't work without a permit, work without a permit, work without a permit etc'
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    Work in a minute, he's gonna work in a minute.....
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    Job in a fortnight, you'll get a job in a fortnight!

    Sacked in a fortnight, you're getting sacked in a fortnight!
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    We hate Belgium and we hate Belgium, we are the Belgium haters
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    To brick in the wall.

    He ain't got his working visa
    He don't need no thought control
    Hey Roland leave his strings alone
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    To You'll Never Walk Alone...

    Luzon, Luzon,
    you are up Roland's arse
    and you'll never lose your job
    you'll never lose your job
    Luzon, Luzon
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    We'll never play you again.
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    edited January 2015

    To brick in the wall.

    He ain't got his working visa
    He don't need no thought control
    Hey Roland leave his strings alone

    You've skipped some lines. Perhaps
    He ain't got his working visa
    Blagged in through passport control
    His application's not been processed
    Customs may still send him home
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    "One Dozy Meire, there's only one Do-zy Meire!"

    Waiting for the meeting minutes I know, but I'm pretty sure this was poo pood!



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    "They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha! Ha!"
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    To the tune of Big Ben:

    Du - shat - er - lay

    Can't you stay the f*** away.
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    Luzons got no permit, people still miss kermit, la la la la, ohhh, la la la la, ohhh

    He's better than Guy
    He's better than Guy
    Damien Matthew
    He's better than Guy
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    Guy shot the sherriff, under strict instructions from Duchalet
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    You're getting sacked in the morning, sacked in the mooooorning, you're getting sacked in the morning...
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    This is how it feels to be palace
    this is how it feels to be small
    this is how it feels when your club means nothing at all.

    (To Inspiral carpet's this is how it feels)

    This is how it feels to be Charlton
    This is how it feels to be mad
    This is how it's feels when your club's owned by Roland the Rat
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    Oh Guy Luzon, Oh Guy Luzon
    Got no permit
    But his missus is fit
    Oh Guy Luzon
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