Last night in verse. Contributions welcome!

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Posted this in another thread, but as it now has its very own thread...(To the tune of "In My Liverpool Home"):

In my Coventry home,
In my Coventry home,
The fans at the Ricoh are exceedingly rare,
Don't ask where you're sitting, just sit anywhere,
If you want some more tickets, we've plenty to spare,
In my Coventry home...
 
Now I'm not saying I'm having a quiet day at work. But I hope you enjoy my amended version of Fairytale of New York...

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the Ricoh
Old Cov fan said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Sky Blue
I turned my ears towards
His tale of SISU

Thought we’d got a lucky one
Thought all our worries were gone
We had a feeling
This year would be sky blue

Got Tony Mowbray
We loved him baby
Could see a better time
When all our dreams come true

But the Ricoh’s half empty
It’s covered in mould
The wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When we welcomed the Blades
For a live match on Sky
We promised ourselves
We would fuck up their night

Not handsome
Not pretty
Queens of Coventry City
When the fans finished whistling
They chucked tennis balls

The Blades they were winning,
Their fans they were singing
We huddled in a corner
And whinged about our plight

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

Bunch of bums
Bunch of punks
Bunch of old sluts on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

We’re scumbags, we’re maggots
We’re cheap lousy faggots
Happy Christmas my arse
It’s probably our last

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

We wanted their support
But no, instead we thought
That we’d behave like dicks
Live on the TV

And now we act surprised
We spat our dummies out
We’re crying all alone
Shattered dreams around us

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch
 
Now I'm not saying I'm having a quiet day at work. But I hope you enjoy my amended version of Fairytale of New York...

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the Ricoh
Old Cov fan said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Sky Blue
I turned my ears towards
His tale of SISU

Thought we’d got a lucky one
Thought all our worries were gone
We had a feeling
This year would be sky blue

Got Tony Mowbray
We loved him baby
Could see a better time
When all our dreams come true

But the Ricoh’s half empty
It’s covered in mould
The wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When we welcomed the Blades
For a live match on Sky
We promised ourselves
We would fuck up their night

Not handsome
Not pretty
Queens of Coventry City
When the fans finished whistling
They chucked tennis balls

The Blades they were winning,
Their fans they were singing
We huddled in a corner
And whinged about our plight

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

Bunch of bums
Bunch of punks
Bunch of old sluts on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

We’re scumbags, we’re maggots
We’re cheap lousy faggots
Happy Christmas my arse
It’s probably our last

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

We wanted their support
But no, instead we thought
That we’d behave like dicks
Live on the TV

And now we act surprised
We spat our dummies out
We’re crying all alone
Shattered dreams around us

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch
And the Blades were singing Sharp at Christmas time.
 
One of the saddest epistles
Is when Coventry came with the whistles
They tried, but in vain
To finish the game
But were finished by Billy's two missiles

Late on the game one-one
On to the pitch they did come
Waving their flags
Whilst the stewards smoked fags
But the Blades did them straight up the bum

It's apparent they don't like SISU
But what were we supposed to do?
We needed the win
But the state that they're in
It's a shit time to be a Sky Blue

The moral is clearly don't miss
Your club's in the shit, and get this:
Your fans are all gone
The Bladesmen march on
So fuck off, you game-spoiling, mardy-arsed, plastic brummie, whilstle-blowing, fuckpig shitheads.

EJ Pommpey (17.75)
 
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'll blow my whistle until I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how we'll contain Duffy's flair,
Blades to the left of me,
Empty seats to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with SISU

(Heard sung by a Coventry fan in the centre circle)
 



Remember remember 2014 the 9th of November,

Worcester Sauce, 3500 travelling fans and Cup downfall plot

I see no reason why the day Coventry were humbled should ever be forgot

And now 2 years later...

Theyve turned into a bitter Blade hater..

They can blow their whistles, moan and bleat...

But its a big thank you from us all to SISU for being easy to beat!

:)
 
Now I'm not saying I'm having a quiet day at work. But I hope you enjoy my amended version of Fairytale of New York...

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the Ricoh
Old Cov fan said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Sky Blue
I turned my ears towards
His tale of SISU

Thought we’d got a lucky one
Thought all our worries were gone
We had a feeling
This year would be sky blue

Got Tony Mowbray
We loved him baby
Could see a better time
When all our dreams come true

But the Ricoh’s half empty
It’s covered in mould
The wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When we welcomed the Blades
For a live match on Sky
We promised ourselves
We would fuck up their night

Not handsome
Not pretty
Queens of Coventry City
When the fans finished whistling
They chucked tennis balls

The Blades they were winning,
Their fans they were singing
We huddled in a corner
And whinged about our plight

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

Bunch of bums
Bunch of punks
Bunch of old sluts on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

We’re scumbags, we’re maggots
We’re cheap lousy faggots
Happy Christmas my arse
It’s probably our last

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

We wanted their support
But no, instead we thought
That we’d behave like dicks
Live on the TV

And now we act surprised
We spat our dummies out
We’re crying all alone
Shattered dreams around us

The boys of the SUFC choir
Weren’t half taking the piss
Our bell-end fans were all
Over the pitch

Brilliant, but I thought it was Magnets, not Maggots.....
 
To the tune of the 'Banana Boat Song' [?] by Harry Belafonte:

Ric-oh, Ri-i-i-coh,
Bladesmen come and we take the points home.
Come, mister referee, blow your fuckin whistle,
Bladesmen come and we take the points home.
 
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Coventry don't like us. We don't care.
They blame us for their problems. That isn't fair.
So now they're sucking up to the grunts.
Just a load of blue and white...
 
To the tune of Little Donkey:

Little Coventry,
Little Coventry,
Dry your tears tonight
Got to keep on fighting SISU in your current plight
Been a long time,
Little Coventry,
Better show you're right
Don’t give up now,
Little Coventry,
League Two’s in sight,
Ring out those bells tonight

For you’ll be playing Pommpey, Pommpey
Follow them into the shite,
Pommpey, Pommpey
Little Coventry,
Little Coventry
Acting like your stunned
Little Coventry,
I’m going to buy me, some of their hedge funds
 
To the tune of Flo Rida Whistle (shudder)

Can you blow your whistles Coventry, whistles Coventry
Let us know
Sharpy's gonna show you how to do it and he'll start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you'll come real close
Can you blow your whistles Coventry, whistles Coventry
Here we go
1-2 you cunts
 



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