Songs and Chants

If you want to get to heaven when you die,
If you want to get to heaven when you die,
wear a Black and White Bonnet
With Newcastle wriitn on it,
if you want to getto heaven when you die.

Warren Barton, Centre Partin' tra, la la la la

In the land, where I was born,
Lives a man, with a monkey's heed,
And he went to Sunderland,
And his name, is Peter Reid.

Peter Reid's got a fuckin' monkey's heed,
A fuckin' monkey's heed,
A fuckin' monkey's heed,
Peter Reid's got a fuckin' monkey's heed,
A fuckin' monkey's heed,
A fuckin' monkey's heed.

Sheer up Peter Reid,
Oh what can it mean to a sad mackem bastard,
And a shit football team.

Drink, drink, wherever we may be
We are the drunk and disorderly
And we will drink wherever we may be
For we are the drunk and disorderly...
I was drunk last night
I was drunk the night before
And I'm gonna get drunk like I've never been drunk before
Cos when we're drunk we're as happy as can be ...
For we are the drunk and disorderly

When I go a-wandering
Along the cliffs of Dover
If I see a Mackem c**t
I'll push the bastard over.

Harry Roberts is a friend
Is a friend, is a friend
Harry Roberts is a friend
He shoots coppers
Shoots the bastards with a gun
With a gun, with a gun
Shoots the bastards with a gun
Harry Roberts
Shoots the bastards two by two
two by two
two by two
Shoots the bastards two by two
He kills coppers

We've got Mirandinha
He's not from Argentina
He's from Brazil
He's fucking brill.

Wherever we go
(Wherever we go)
People want to know
(People want to know)
Who we are
(Who we are)
Should we tell 'em
(Should we tell 'em)
Who we are
(Who we are)

We are the Mags we are the Mags
We are, we are, we are The Mags

I want to be a Magpie Ranger (one person singing)
I want to be a Magpie Ranger (crowd singing)
Only live for sex and danger (one person singing
Only live for sex and danger (crowd) etc.
go left go left
go left go left
go right go pick up the stride
go left go right go left
we hate ManU
'cos they beat us 7-2

Who's that team we call United,
Who's that team we all adore,
Oh, we play in Black and White,
And we all know how to fight,
We'll support you ever more.

Toon, Toon,
Hate the Mackems,
Toon, Toon,
Hate the Mackems.

Bertie Mee said to Joe Har-vey,
Have you heard of the North Bank High-bury,
No, says Joe, I don't think so,
But I've heard of Geordie Aggro.

We love you Sunderland, we do
We love you Sunderland, we do
We love you Sunderland, we do
Oh, Sunderland we love you

Do we h***!
Do we shite!
We support the Black and White!

They call us Newcastle United,
They call us the cream of the land,
And here's to Bobby Moncur,
The Fairs Cup in his hand,
We're better than Glasgow Rangers,
We're better than Celtic too,
And if you don't support us,
You must be a Sunderland
Jew Joe Joe Harvey

The Fulwell End
The Fulwell End
Is always full
Is always full
The Fulwell End is always full
Full of what?
Full of piggs and s***s and wankers
The Fulwell End is always full

We drink Ex
We drink Brown
We're gonna wreck your fucking Town

I know a makem takem, he lives along the way,
I know he is a makem, he's big and fat and gay,
and every time I see him, he makes me want to spew,
he's just a mekem takem, from Division two,
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah......

When I was a little bitty boy,
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy,
Two Sunderland fans, hanging on a string,
She told me to kick their fucking heads in.
Mackems on a string,
Mackems on a string,
She told me to kick their fucking heads in.
Mackems on a string,
Mackems on a string,
She told me to kick their fucking heads in.

Bertie Mee said to Joe Har-vey,
Have you heard of the North Bank High-bury,
No, says Joe, I don't think so,
But I've heard of Geordie Aggro.

Toon, Toon,
Hate the Mackems,
Toon, Toon,
Hate the Mackems.

The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
and this is what he said, "FUCK OFF",
Who the fuck are Man. United,
Who the fuck are Man. United,
Who the fuck are Man. United,
as the mags go marching on on on.

You're going down on your daughter,
Down on your daughter,
You're going down on your daughter.

Shag your bairns,
Shag your bairns,
Shag your bairns,
Shag your bairns,
Shag your bairns,
Shag your bairns.
One finger, one thumb is just enough to give your kids a
treat.

Hello, hello
We're all Geordie Boys
Hello, hello
We're all Geordie Boys
We're gonna win the Football League
We're gonna win the Cup
We all follow United

E-I-E-I-E-I-O
Up the Premier League we go
When we get to Europe
This is what we'll sing
We are Geordies, super Geordies
Keegan is our King

There's only one Kevin Keegan
One Kevin Keegan
We're walking along, singing this song
Walking in a Keegan Wonderland

Philippe, Philippe Albert
Everyone knows his name..

We are hard to beat
Say we are hard to beat

We are top of the league
Say we are top of the league!

They call him Peter the Great He wears number 8
He plays for the Toon
He's called Beardsley
He's beautiful
and he's ours, all ours all ours

Thank you very much for Peter Beardsley
Thank you very much
Thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for Peter Beardsley
Thank you very very very very much
(Tegen Everton en Manchester United)

Sir John Hall's got the money
Keegan is our boss
They've got Andy Cole
And we don't give a toss

We are the Geordies.
The Geordie Boot Boys
and we are mental and we are mad.
We are the loyalest
football supporters
the world has ever had.

We got Tudor from Sheffield
and Hibbit from Leeds
MacDonald from Luton
and Smith Aberdeen
But we got the greatest the world's ever seen
We bought him from Blackpool his name's Tony Green

Ohhhhhhhhhhh Tony Tony,
Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Green ........etc

Who's that man in the Black and White Sox
Ruel Ruel
Who's that man in the Black and White Sox
Ruel Ruel Fox
RUEL RUEL FOX
RUEL RUEL FOX
Who's that man in the Black 'n White Sox
RUEL RUEL FOX

Phillipe Albert, Phillipe Albert, Phillipe Albert, Phillipe (Albert),
There's only one Albert, Albert, Albert,
There's only one Albert, oh yeah.

Geordie's are the Pride of England,
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Oh when the Mags, go marching in,
Oh when the Mags go marching in,
I want to be in that number,
Oh when the Mags go marching in

1: Give ma an "N"
2:"N" "N"
1: Give me an "E"
2: "E" "E"
1: give me a Wubble U
2: "Wubble U" "Wubble U"
1234, Listen to the Geordies roar,
Newcastle, Newcastle, Newcastle.

Toon-Toon-Toon, everybody say Wheyaye (wheyaye!)

Don't stop Peter Beardsley
He's the one who drives me crazy
Dribble, Dribble. Dribble, Dribble

N and E and a wubble U C. A and S and T L E. U N I. T E D.
Newcastle United. FC.

Yes we are the world's most passionate fans,
And we look real cool 'cos the Geordies rule with Ginola
La-la-la Ginola
La-la-la Ginola
He'll score us a goal-a

Hey Alan Shearer
Oe ah I wanna knowww
When you score that goal

Great Craig Bellamy
Tralalalala
Great Craig Bellamy tralalalala

Georgies in the Champions League
Georgies in the Champions League

Maybe you're fucking Sunderland in disquise
Maybe you're fucking Sunderland
Maybe you're fucking Sunderland in diguise

Sit down if you love the toon (3x)
stand up if you love the toon (3x)
poco if you love the tune (3x)
on the roof if you love the toon (3x)


A Monkey's head
(To the tune of `Yellow Submarine)

In the land, where I was born
Lives a man, with a monkey's head
And he went, to Sunderland
And his name, is Peter Reid
Altogether now
Peter Reid's got a fuckin' monkey's head
A fuckin' monkey's head
A fuckin' monkey's head
Peter Reid's got a fuckin' monkey's head
A fuckin' monkey's head
A fuckin' monkey's head


Drink, drink

Drink, drink, wherever we may be
We are the drunk and disorderly
And we will drink wherever we may be
For we are the drunk and disorderly

I was drunk last night
I was drunk the night before
And I'm gonna get drunk like I've never been drunk before
'Cos when we're drunk we're as happy as can be
For we are the drunk and disorderly

When I go a wandering
Along the cliffs of Dover
If I see a mackem cunt
I'll push the bastard over

We drink Ex
We drink Brown
We're gonna wreck your fuckin' town
Na na na naaaa
Na na naaaaa
Na naaaaa

Toon Toon Toon

(To the tune of the Outhere Brothers, Boom Boom')

Toon, Toon, Toon, everybody say wheyaye (wheyaye)


Thank you very much

Thank you very much for the seven million
Thank you very much
Thank you very, very, very much
(Sung to Man Utd, who included a struggling striker in their line up by the name of Andy Cole, following his £7 million move from Newcastle)

Sad Mackem Bastard
(to the tune of Daydream Believer)

Cheer up Peter Reid
Oh what can it mean
To a sad Mackem bastard
And a shit football team


Mackems on a string
(To the tune of `My Ding a ling')

When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Two Sunderland fans, hanging on a string
She told me to kick their fucking heads in

Mackems on a string
Mackems on a string
She told me to kick their fucking heads in
Mackems on a string
Mackems on a string
She told me to kick their fucking heads in

Who's that team

Who's that team we call United
Who's that team we all adore
Oh, we play in black and white
And we all know how to fight
We'll support you ever more


There's only one Alan Shearer,
One Alan Shearer,
We're walking along, singing this song,
Walking in a Shearer Wonderland.

Shearer, Shearer, Shearer, Shearer
Same old Shearer always scoring ,
Same old Shearer always scoring ,

Toon, Toon,
Hate the Mackems,
Toon, Toon,
Hate the Mackems.

When I was a little bitty boy,
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy,
Two Sunderland fans, hanging on a string,
She told me to kick their f*cking heads in.
Mackems on a string,
Mackems on a string,
She told me to kick their f*cking heads in.
Mackems on a string,
Mackems on a string,
She told me to kick their f*cking heads in.

The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
and this is what he said, "F*CK OFF",
Who the f*ck are Man. United,
Who the f*ck are Man. United,
Who the f*ck are Man. United,
as the mags go marching on on on.

Drink, drink, wherever we may be,
We are the drunk and disorderly,
And we will drink wherever we may be,
For we are the drunk and disorderly.
I was drunk last night,
I was drunk the night before,
And I'm gonna get drunk like I've never been drunk before,
Cos when we're drunk we're as happy as can be,
For we are the drunk and disorderly.

Who's that team we call United,
Who's that team we all adore,
Oh, we play in Black and White,
And we all know how to fight,
We'll support you ever more.

Oh when the Mags, go marching in,
Oh when the Mags go marching in,
I want to be in that number,
Oh when the Mags go marching in.

E I O E I O
Up the Premier League we go,
When we get to Europe,
This is what we'll sing,
We are Geordies, super Geordies,
Robson is our King.

If you want to get to heaven when you die,
If you want to get to heaven when you die,
Wear a Black and White Bonnet,
With Newcastle written on it,
if you want to gett o heaven when you die.

We are the Mags ,we are the Mags,
We are, we are, we are The Mags.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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