Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Stan

Read this on PASOTI courtesy of Devonportender:

My team's gone bad I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but my Argyle picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

Dear Reidy, I came but you still ain't winnin
I left my voice, my heart, and my dreams all at the stadium
You said you wanted a striker back in autumn, you must not-a got em
There probably was a problem with the WAG’s or something
Sometimes I wonder what’s with N’Gala? I just don’t get him
Jumpin around like a fish out of water, confidence shot, it’s a real sin!
Whats whit Clark too, ok on the right but on the other!
Always out of position, what's the point? Why bother?
Don’t even get me started on Rory Fallon.
I read about your midfield too I'm sorry
It took real courage to come out with Nelson in the middle.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even liked you when we lost 1-0 at Tranmere man,
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures n’ that
I like the shit you did with City & Sunderland too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I’m tryin' real hard to believe,
Then you go and tell us Parrott wants to leave
just to win, three points before December, your biggest fan
This is Devonportender

My team's gone bad I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but my Argyle picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

Dear Sir Roy, you still ain't spoke or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's messed Up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your car
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for my Ma
Where’s the millions man, you’ve only spent a few
We turned up in our thousand for you,
four cup games and we’ve just won one
That's pretty shitty man - you're Chairman sort it out
We wants to be just like you man, we likes Argyle like you
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember when you joined us - you said if we turned up
you would invest in the team - see I remember in a way
I never seen Simon Walton play;
he used to be rated by Charlton in the Premiership I hear
I can relate to that if he turns it on down here
so we need some more midfielders, and we need to bring 'em on
cause I don't really rate what we’ve got, watchin' them makes me so depressed
I even got a tattoo of Argyle across my chest
Sometimes I even watch other teams to see how much it hurts
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
Wanna believe everything you say is real, and respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I think about Argyle 24/7
But she don't know football like I know football Sir Roy, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
You gotta tell us man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Where’s the money Sir Roy -- P.S.
We should be winning too

My team's gone bad I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but my Argyle picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

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