....

I was sick and tired of everything,
When I called you last night from Norwich.
All I do is tactics and board meetings and training,
Wishing that we would the premier league.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme to beat wigan!
Won't somebody help me Tickle Delia's breasts!
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme to beat wigan!
I really want to Tickle Delia's breasts!

Holt, I was defeated, you won the war.
Holt, promise to love me forever more.
Holt, couldn't escape if I wanted to.
Holt, knowing my fate is to be with you.
Och Aye-Och aye-Och aye-Och aye-Och aye Holt!
Finally facing Holt.

You are the pumping king, here in Norwich.
Pumping king, feel the beat from the tambourine.
You can Tickle Delia's breasts, you can Tickle Delia's breasts, having the time of your life.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! to beat wigan,
Won't somebody help me Tickle Delia's breasts!

I used a lyric generator for this.

sick!

Posted By: malkybarkid on March 8th 2012 at 15:54:49


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