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Friday, June 21, 2002
Oh, and here's another little reminder...
.: posted by Ali 5:44 PM
In typical Scottish style, it's time to celebrate good times as Eng-ger-land crash unceremoniously out of the World Cup. I am not anti-English you understand, I am anti-Completely-disregard-any-viewers-or-listerners-who-don't-come-from-England-and-ram-1966-down-the-throat-of-everyone-until-they-are-all-sick!
So here's a little song knocking about...
Copacabannockburn by Barry McManilow
His name was David,
He was a goalie,
With a pigtail in his hair, why was he standing way out there ?
He tried to run back but couldn't make it,
The Brazilians watched it from a far, as it sneaked under the bar
You could hear the crowd roar, Rivaldo's lying on the floor
The lions whimpered out the door,
Oh baby, who could ask for more...
At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
Its great to watch Rivaldo turn,
At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
The man with the Moustache should stick to making the adverts,
At the Copa - They fell to bits.
His name was Rio, He was a diamond,
He was running round in rings, he saw Rivaldo level things,
And when he finished, He called him over
But Rio went to slow, Rivaldo slammed it in the goal,
And then Brooking had a spew, Motson bit his mike in two,
Then Rhonaldino, he got a red card, but with Mills picked by Sven
It looked like ten versus ten....
At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
Its great to watch Rivaldo turn,
At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
With heskey near the ball, how did they score a goal at all ?,
At the Copa - We laughed and laughed.
His Name was Bobby, He was the captain,
But that was 30 years ago, thats when they used to have a show,
Now its a party, but not for Beckham,
Still in the dress he used to wear, faded feathers in his hair,
He slumps down on the pitch refined, and then cries himself half blind,
He lost his cup, and lost his glory,
But up in Scotland thats not the story....
At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
Its great to watch Rivaldo turn,
At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
Three little kittys on the chest, Now we all know whos the best,
At the Copa....we...said...good-byeeeeeeee!!
.: posted by Ali 5:39 PM
Monday, June 10, 2002
Can't take it any more, hear nothing but "1966 all over again", gone from hopeless half-wits against plucky little Sweden to World conquering mega-players against Argentina. Well, I don't think that the Argies were so hard! An this proves it!
.: posted by Ali 6:10 PM
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