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The War Songs of Newcastle United!
Please note that adult language lies ahead. It is however the way these songs were recorded.

Hello Hello

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 

Toon Toon
You need two sections of crowd for this one!

Section 1: Toon! Toon!
Section 2: Black and White Army!
Section 1: Toon! Toon!
Section 2: Black and White Army! etc. etc.

The Blaydon Races!
(Very famous Geordie song, by Geordie Ridley)

I went to Blaydon Races Twas on the 9th of June Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two On a Summer's Afternoon
I took the bus from Balmbras And she was heavy laden
Away we went along COLLINGWOOD STREET
That's on the Road to Blaydon

Oh me lads, you should've seen us gannin
Passing the folks along the road
And all of them were starin'
All the lads and lasses there
They all had smilin' faces
Gannin along the Scotswood Road
To see the Blaydon Races

We flew past Armstrong's factory
And up by the Robin Adair
But gannin ower the Railway Bridge
The bus wheel flew off there
The lasses lost their crinolenes
And veils that hide their faces
I got two black eyes and a broken nose
In gannin to Blaydon Races

Oh me lads...

Now when we got the wheel back on
Away we went again
But them that had their noses broke
They went back ower hyem
Some went to the dispensary
And some to Doctor Gibbses
And some to the infirmary
To mend their broken ribses

Oh me lads...

We flew across the Tyne Bridge
And came to Blaydon Toon
The barman he was calling then
They called him Jackie Broon
I saw him talking to some chaps
And them he was persuadin'
To gan and see Geordie Ridley's
show At the Mechanics' Hall in Blaydon

Oh me lads...

Now when we got to Paradise
There were bonny games begun
There were four and twenty on the bus
And how we danced and sung
They called on me to sing a song
So I sang 'em 'Paddy Fagan'
I danced a jig and I swung me twig
The day I went to Blaydon

Oh me lads...

The rain it poured down all the day
And made the ground quite muddy
Coffee Johnny had a white hat on Shouted
'Wee stole the cuddy?'
There were spice stalls and monkey shows
And old wives selling ciders
And the chap on the ha'penny roundabout
Saying 'Any more lads for riders?'

Oh me lads... (to fade) 

E-I-E-O

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

Kevin Keegan

There's only one Kevin Keegan
One Kevin Keegan
We're walking along,
singing this song
Walking in a Keegan Wonderland
-Sung to the Tune of "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" 

Philippe, Philippe

Philippe, Philippe Albert Everyone knows his name..

and repeat a large number of times! Going on to sing the "everyone join in all of his games" bit is optional!

We are hard to beat Say we are hard to beat
 

also

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

Sung to the tune of "Rupert the Bear"

Peter the Great

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

To the tune of Ringo Starr's "You're 16, you're beautiful.."

To the tune of "My Old Man's a Dustman"?

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

The Geordie Boot Boys Song

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.

The Tony Green Song
(VERY old one this)

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

Ohhhhhhhhhh Tony Tony, Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Green ........etc

Peter Beardsley

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

(To be sung at Everton matches, or at Man Utd matches if you change the "Peter Beardsley" bit to "7 million")

Black and White Sox Ruel Ruel

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

Ruel Fox

Ruel Fox,
Ruel Fox Ruel,
Ruel Fox
He gets in the box in his black and white sox
Ruel, Ruel Fox

or alternatively.. (to the old AC tune)

And for Albert -

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

To the tune of Do Da Do Da etc

To the tune of "Do you want to be in my gang".

Some Geordie Patriotism -

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

When the Mags go Marching In

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

 
Newcastle, Newcastle, Newcastle.

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

The "Submarine" Song

Oh, whey-ya-knaa,
Oh, whey-ya-knaa,
Oh, whey-ya-knaa,
Oh, whey-ya-knaa,
Oh, whey-ya-knaa,
Oh, whey-ya-knaa,
Oh, whey-ya-knaa, O
h, whey-ya-knaa.

To the tune of Yellow Submarine. 

One for Gilly -

We've got Gilly-Gilly-Gilly-Gillyespie,
On the wing, on the wing,
We've got Gilly-Gilly-Gilly-Gillyespie,
On the wing, on the wing,
Gilly-Gillyespie, Gillyespie on the wing,
Gilly-Gillyespie, Gillyespie on the wing,

To the tune of The Outhere Brothers Boom, Boom hit

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

To the tune of The Outhere Brother's "Wiggle, Wiggle" 

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

etc. etc.

In the land, where I was born,
Lives a man, with a monkey's heed,
And he went to S*nderland,
And his name, is Peter Reid.
[altogether now] Peter Reid's got a f***in' monkey's heed,
A f***in' monkey's heed,
A f***in' monkey's heed,
Peter Reid's got a f***in' monkey's heed,
A f***in' monkey's heed,
A f***in' monkey's heed.

To the tune of Yellow Submarine... 

This one 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.

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 b*****d over.

Harry Roberts Song
(to annoy the constabulary)

Harry Roberts is a friend
Is a friend, is a friend
Harry Roberts is a friend
He shoots coppers

Shoots the ba***rds with a gun
With a gun, with a gun
Shoots the ba***rds with a gun
Harry Roberts

Shoots the ba***rds two by two
two by two two by two
Shoots the ba***rds two by two
He kills coppers

No spring chicken this one, either!

We've got Mirandinha
He's not from Argentina
He's from Brazil
He's f***ing brill.

The Magpie Ranger

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 )

[ Stage Directions : Mass Pogoing : ]

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
right 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
repeat chorus

Another old one -

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.

Another version of "Toon, Toon, Black and White Army" -

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 sh**e! 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

( Apologies for racism but these were politically incorrect times unlike the non-sexist non-violent songs of nowadays ...) 

THE FULWELL END
THE FULWELL END
IS ALWAYS FULL
IS ALWAYS FULL
THE FULWELL END
IS ALWAYS FULL

FULL OF WHAT
FULL OF PUFFS
AND S***S AND
W***ERS
THE FULWELL END
IS ALWAYS FULL

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

(To be sung at Everton matches, or at Man Utd matches if you change the "Peter Beardsley" bit to "7 million")

We drink Ex We drink Brown
We're gonna wreck your f***ing Town
(at away matches..)

Sung to the tune of the Laughing Policeman

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......

To the tune of Chuck Berry's 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 F*****G heads in.

Chorus:
Mackems on a string,
Mackems on a string,
She told me to kick their F*****G heads in.

Mackems on a string,
Mackems on a string,
She told me to kick their F*****G 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.

Another version of "Toon, Toon, Black and White Army" -

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

For those not from Manchester -

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.

One to amuse Boro..

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.

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.