Alan Knill songs collection Volume 1
Posted: 17 Nov 2013, 13:44
A morbid slow to thoroughly encapsulate the feelings of despondency about squirrelman being our manager.
To the tune of THE PET SHOP BOYS - WEST END GIRLS
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a game on today and you're feeling full of dread
You think you're mad, too unstable
Going home from Plainmoor and looking at the table
In your kitchen, in a South Devon town
Call the circus Alan Knill is around
We're going down, conference bound to a sh*tty ground
In a northern town
CHORUS BELOW
At a Knill run club it's a dead end world
Three easy points and some p*ssed off Gulls
At a Knill run club it's a dead end world
Three easy points and some p*ssed of Gulls
P*ssed off Gulls der der der der der der
Too many changes means too many choices
Sh*tloads of players but not enough voices
If when? How? What?
Now it's all gone to pot
Do we win games, do we play well and if so how often?
You can't bloody tell us but it's likely we lost 'em
(How crap can you be-eeeee)
CHORUS AGAIN
You've got a heart of glass and a head of bone
I'm just glad we're better away from home
You've got no future and now it is cast
But we'll still be here, we're built to last
In every town, at every game
From Hartlepool to Meadow Lane
(How brilliant are we?!! )
CHORUS
To the tune of THE PET SHOP BOYS - WEST END GIRLS
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a game on today and you're feeling full of dread
You think you're mad, too unstable
Going home from Plainmoor and looking at the table
In your kitchen, in a South Devon town
Call the circus Alan Knill is around
We're going down, conference bound to a sh*tty ground
In a northern town
CHORUS BELOW
At a Knill run club it's a dead end world
Three easy points and some p*ssed off Gulls
At a Knill run club it's a dead end world
Three easy points and some p*ssed of Gulls
P*ssed off Gulls der der der der der der
Too many changes means too many choices
Sh*tloads of players but not enough voices
If when? How? What?
Now it's all gone to pot
Do we win games, do we play well and if so how often?
You can't bloody tell us but it's likely we lost 'em
(How crap can you be-eeeee)
CHORUS AGAIN
You've got a heart of glass and a head of bone
I'm just glad we're better away from home
You've got no future and now it is cast
But we'll still be here, we're built to last
In every town, at every game
From Hartlepool to Meadow Lane
(How brilliant are we?!! )
CHORUS