Leicester City

Posh Spice is a slapper,
She wear's a wunderbra,
And when she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of Mustafa!
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Posh Spice has a baby
And Beckham is the dad
But when they did the dirty deed,
She dreamt of Arphexad
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Posh Spice is a nympho
But Beckham's knob's a wick
So when they're in bed together
She dreams of Lennons dick!
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She likes to shag all morning
But Beckham's under Par
So when they get together
He wears her wonderbra!
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Posh Spice is a slapper,
And Davids got a bent 'un
But when he shoves it up her arse
She thinks of Graham Fenton
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Beckham is a wanker
And Posh Spice hates his jokes
The Boy can't satisfy her
She turns to Stefan Oakes
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Posh Spice is a slapper,
She take's it up the Arsenal,
And when she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of Ian Marshall!
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Beckham can hardly get it up
He can barely get a hard on
So when floppy boy Becks can't do the biz
Posh dreams of Arnar Gunnlaugsson
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Beckham is a twat
He drives poor Vicky potty
And when he gets her in the sack
She thinks of Tony Cottee
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Now Posh she likes to be on top
With Beckham prone below
And as she bumps and grinds away
She thinking about Theo!
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Posh doesnt always feel like it,
but Becks has persuasive powers
so she just lets him do his thing whilst
She thinks about Tim Flowers
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Now Posh is into bondage
But Beckham's very wimpy
So when she gets her handcuffs out
She thinks of Andy Impey.
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Now Posh is into fast cars
She does it in a Porsche
And as she sprawls across the seats
She dreams of Stevie Walsh!
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Whenever Dave says to Posh Spice
"D'you fancy a shag or a kiss?"
Her mind flies away in an instant
And cavorts with Zagorakis
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Now Posh can screw away all night
But Becks soon goes all floppy
So when she gets the urge again
She thinks of Stevie Guppy.

We're all part of Martin's Army.
We're all going to Wemberly,
And we'll really shake 'em up when we win the cup,
'cause Leicester are the greatest football team.

Score Leicester Score
if you get one you`ll get more,
We`ll sing you assembley when we get to Wembley,
So score Leicester score...

In your Forest slums,
In your Forest slums,
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick,
You can't get a job 'cause your so fucking thick,
In your Forest slums.

In your Forest slums
You look in the dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead dog and you think it's a treat
There's piss on the pavements and shit in the street
In your Forest slums

When your smiling,
when your smiling the whole world smiles with you.
When your laughing,
when your laughing the sun comes shining through.
When your sighing,
down comes the rain so stop sighing,
be happy again,
when your smiling,
when your smiling,
the whole world smiles with you,
THE WHOLE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU!!!

And it's Leicester City,
Leicester City FC,
Who are by far the greatest team,
The world has ever seen.

I love you Leicester,
My lovely Leicester,
You make me Happy when Skies are grey,
You`ve never Noticed how much I love you,
So never take my Leicester away, LA LA LA LA LA Oo Oo"

We`re Leicester City. We rule Supreme. we`ll never be Mastered by no Forest Bastards.
We`ll keep the Blue Flag flying high.
For ever and ever We`ll follow our team.

Carling, Carling, give us a song, Carling give us a song.

When you're tired and lonely,
your heart might skip a beat,
You'll get your fuckin' head kicked in as you walk down Filbert street,
You walk in to the spion kop,
And hear a mighty roar,
Fuck off you Forest bastards,
We are Leicester boys!

Your not very good,
your not very good,
your not very, your not very,
your not very good

jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
oh what fun it is to see the leicester win away oh

If i had the wings of a robin,
If i had the arse of a crow
I`d fly over Forest tommorrow
and shit on the bastards below below,
Shit on, Shit on, Shit on the bastards below below

Oh We hate Forest,
And we hate Derby,
Oh we hate forest and we hate Derby,
Oh we hate forest and we hate Derby,
We`re the forest haters.