Quite funny needs a little work though ...

With apologies to the owl and the pussycat ...

The Royle and the Sheepshank went to sea
In a beautiful pea-blue boat:
They took some honey,
as they had no money
Save for a five-pound note.

The Royle looked out to the team afloat,
And sang to the Evening Star,
"O lovely Shefki, O Davis, my love,
What a beautiful team you were,
You were,
You were!
What a beautiful team you were!"

Sheepshank said to the Royle, "You big fat fool,
What absolute rubbish you sing!
Oh! let us be promoted;
too long we have missed out:
But who shall we play in the goal?"
They thought away, for a year and a day,
and came to where Millwall do play;
And there in a wood a Claridge wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Steve Claridge, are you willing to sell for one shilling
A Marshall?"
Said the Claridge, "I will."
So they took him away, To Binland next day
with his sister who lives on the hill.
They gave him a ball which he kicked over the wall
And no more did they have left to hold;

And so back to Binland
They played with an old Fosters can,
a can,
a can,
They played with an old Fosters can.

Posted By: meeky on July 5th 2005 at 16:52:40

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