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Southsiders songs and chants:

Milwaukee song
Milwaukee shouts, Milwaukee cries!
They're wankers from Wisconsin
So greetings from the southside
We hope you grow a johnson!
(Milwaukee is now sadly gone)
 

Halfway to hell
You're only halfway to hell
You're only halfway to hell
(to the tune of highway to hell at the halftime whistle)

No education
You don't have no education
You don't have no gun control
Hey Portland (Seattle ,Minnesota etc)
Take yourselves back home!
(To the tune of another brick in the wall part 2)
 

Spank her!
Saunders shouts, Saunders cries!
He's just a yankee wanker!
And when we shag his girlfriend!
We'll be sure to spank her!
Ooh ah, ooh ah,
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah!
(similar to the Milwaukee song players name and teams are interchangeable)

Saunders song
When you're orange and black
and you're mums on her back
You're a Saunders!
(for Portland keeper Saunders and his orange and black keepers kit to the tune of that's amore)

Dav*d St*dnyk
Dav*d St*dnyk
Dav*d St*dnyk kiss my ass
We wished you'd never set foot
On Swangards Grass
(to the tune of rule brittania)

Boundary Road
Boundary road take me home
to the place where I belong
Vancouver, pretty mama
take me home
to boundary road
(to the tune of take me home, country roads)

It's getting late
It's geting late
and I've been drinking
but it's pretty clear to see
that what made (insert visiting team here) famous
Is their bullsh*t football team
(sung to a bad milwaukee beer commercial tune)

We follow Vancouver
We follow Vancouver
All over BC-and Burnaby!
We follow Vancouver
On to victory-All together now
(repeat)
 

I died of boredom
I died of boredom at a (insert visiting team) football game
a (visiting team) football game
(to the tune of yellow submarine)

Welcome to our barbeque
Welcome to our Friday Barbeque
Welcome to our Friday Barbeque
(or Saturday, Sunday etc)

Let him come on
Let him come on
he's our substitution
Let him come on
Come on you know he's the one
(to the tune of blister in the sun)

Rockin' the southside
The referee he don't like us
Rockin' the southside
Rockin' the southside
The referee he don't like us
Rockin' the southside
(to the tune of Rock the Casbah)

We're blue, we're white
We're Blue, We're White
We're f*cking dynamite
Vancouver, Vancouver
(repeat)

Carefree
Carefree, wherever you may be
we're from Vancouver BC
and we don't give a toss
wherever you may be
Cos we're from Vancouver BC

Can you hear...?
Can you hear the Sounders sing?
No, No
Can you hear the Sounders sing?
No, No
Can you hear the Sounders sing?
I Can't hear a f**king thing!
Shhhhhh!
(Sung when the Sounders and their fans are visiting.  Insert Timbers when neccessary)

I should have shot the referee
I shot the sherrif
but I should have shot the referee
(To the tune of I shot the sherrif when the ref makes a bad call)

We'll be shagging
We'll be shagging (visiting keepers) mother till she comes
We'll be shagging (visiting keepers) mother till she comes
We'll be shagging (visiting keepers) mother
We'll be shagging (visiting keepers) mother
We'll be shagging (visiting keepers) mother till she comes
 
When she begs for sixty nine we'll give eight six
When she begs for sixty nine we'll give eight six
When she begs for sixty nine
When she begs for sixty nine
When she begs for sixty nine we'll give eight six!
(to the tune of she'll be coming round the mountain)

Absolutely nothing
We went to Seattle in 86
What did we see-Absolutely nothing!
(insert any opposing team)

Portland Calling
Portland calling
They're looking to fight!
But they sent the Timbers
And they are sh*te!
 
(Insert team and city name as appropriate.  To the tune of london calling)

We're going to win the league
I know you don't believe us
I know you don't believe us
I know you don't believe us
We're going to win the league
We're going to win the league
I know you don't believe us
I know you don't believe us
I know you don't believe us
We're going to win the league

Attack!
Attack, attack
Atack, attack, attack!
(an oldy chanted when the team is on the attack. Repeat many times)

If you're from Vancouver
If you're from Vancouver
and you're getting rowdy
Come on southside let me know
(to the tune of do ya think I'm sexy)

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