for the songs that you wish had never been sung, and will feel lucky if they are never sung again, thread.
Let it be told: YOUR fans are bastards. (442's idea, and nicked)
From Glasgow circa whenever (Celtic types to the tune of Old MacDonald):
#Who got a nailbomb up the arse? Sefton, Sefton.
Who got a nailbomb up the arse? Sefton, Sefton horse (ad nauseum)#
At the time I thought it was the funniest thing ever, but I have a horse, so, not so good now.
Let it be told: YOUR fans are bastards. (442's idea, and nicked)
From Glasgow circa whenever (Celtic types to the tune of Old MacDonald):
#Who got a nailbomb up the arse? Sefton, Sefton.
Who got a nailbomb up the arse? Sefton, Sefton horse (ad nauseum)#
At the time I thought it was the funniest thing ever, but I have a horse, so, not so good now.
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