Please don't take offence, they're just a bit of fun :-)
I Would Rather Sh*g A Bucket
Saints Songs
Please don't take offence, they're just a bit of fun :-)
I Would Rather Sh*g A Bucket
My old man, said be a Morton fan,
And I said b*llocks you're a c*nt,
I would rather sh*g a bucket with a big hole in it,
Than be a Morton fan for just one minute,
They're stinky and they're smelly,
They haven't got a telly,
The dirty Greenock b*st*rds got no soap,
And I'd rather sh*g a bucket with a big hole in it, than be a Morton fan
And I said b*llocks you're a c*nt,
I would rather sh*g a bucket with a big hole in it,
Than be a Morton fan for just one minute,
They're stinky and they're smelly,
They haven't got a telly,
The dirty Greenock b*st*rds got no soap,
And I'd rather sh*g a bucket with a big hole in it, than be a Morton fan
If I Had The Wings Of A Sparrow
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the a*se of a crow,
I’d fly over Greenock tomorrow,
And sh*te on the b*st*rds below,
Sh*te on, Sh*te on,
Sh*te on the b*st*rds below, below,
Sh*te on, Sh*te on,
Sh*te on the b*st*rds below!!
If I had the a*se of a crow,
I’d fly over Greenock tomorrow,
And sh*te on the b*st*rds below,
Sh*te on, Sh*te on,
Sh*te on the b*st*rds below, below,
Sh*te on, Sh*te on,
Sh*te on the b*st*rds below!!
My Old Man Said Be a St.Mirren Fan
My old man, said be a St.Mirren fan,
And don’t dilly-dally on the wa-aa-ay,
We took yer Jungle in half a minute,
We took the Derry and all that’s in it,
With hatchets and spanners,
Stanley knives and hammers,
We showed the Old Firm b*st*rds how to fight!
Well if you can’t take a casual in half a minute,
Then you’re not a St.Mirren Fan!
And don’t dilly-dally on the wa-aa-ay,
We took yer Jungle in half a minute,
We took the Derry and all that’s in it,
With hatchets and spanners,
Stanley knives and hammers,
We showed the Old Firm b*st*rds how to fight!
Well if you can’t take a casual in half a minute,
Then you’re not a St.Mirren Fan!
The First Goal Was Scored By Gunni
The first goal was scored by Gunni,
The second by Geordie Shaw,
The third goal was scored by Paul Lambert,
The finest of them all,
No goals were scored by Celtic,
3-0 was the final score,
And ye couldnae hear the whistle blow,
For when the Saints go marching in,
Oh when the Saints...
The second by Geordie Shaw,
The third goal was scored by Paul Lambert,
The finest of them all,
No goals were scored by Celtic,
3-0 was the final score,
And ye couldnae hear the whistle blow,
For when the Saints go marching in,
Oh when the Saints...
The Northbank Boys Are In Town
Oh we’re the pride of all Scotland,
The talk of the West,
The cry is St.Mirren, cause we are the best,
We’re St.Mirren from Paisley, and we run amok,
The Northbank boys are in town!
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na! OI!
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na! OI!
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na! OI!
THE NORTHBANK BOYS ARE IN TOWN! …
The talk of the West,
The cry is St.Mirren, cause we are the best,
We’re St.Mirren from Paisley, and we run amok,
The Northbank boys are in town!
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na! OI!
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na! OI!
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na! OI!
THE NORTHBANK BOYS ARE IN TOWN! …
When I was walking down the Copeland Road,
I met a couple of strangers,
And they said to me,
"Are you going to see,
The famous Glasgow Rangers?"
So I took them down the Copeland Road
To see the famous Rangers
But the boys in blue,
Got f*cked six-two
By the famous Paisley St.Mirren...OWTS
You are the Morton, the smelly Morton,
You're only happy on giro day,
Yer maws a stealer,
Yer da's a dealer
Oh please don't take my hubcaps away
S-M-F-C! (na na na na na na)
S-M-F-C!
Cos we're the greatest team,
That you've ever seen,
And we come from Pais-ell-ee!
Dead in the Road
Players for sale or rent, we had McGarry but now he’s went,
A new team we need to get, but we’ve just got too much debt,
We thought the league would be a piece of piss, and now we’re standing on the precipice,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road
A new team we need to get, but we’ve just got too much debt,
We thought the league would be a piece of piss, and now we’re standing on the precipice,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road
Ludo left, it’s a major pain, it’s enough to drive a man insane,
We all know the team’s not right, for every week we f*cking play like sh*te,
Ah but we can’t afford to frown, even though we’ll end up going down,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road
We all know the team’s not right, for every week we f*cking play like sh*te,
Ah but we can’t afford to frown, even though we’ll end up going down,
We’re a team of dreams but no means, we’re dead in the road
I know everyone in the Saints Northbank,
All of the good guys and all of the wanks,
The fact of the matter is we’ve a team that stinks,
The smell is even worse than the Morton tinks
I sing…
All of the good guys and all of the wanks,
The fact of the matter is we’ve a team that stinks,
The smell is even worse than the Morton tinks
I sing…
Sold Down The Clyde (To the tune of American Pie)
A long, long time ago,
Though I can still remember,
How the Morton used to make me cry,
And I knew one day we'd get a crack,
Just to get those beggars back,
And we'd be very happy all the while…
Though I can still remember,
How the Morton used to make me cry,
And I knew one day we'd get a crack,
Just to get those beggars back,
And we'd be very happy all the while…
But November made me snigger
The Saints’ lead got so much bigger
Bad news came on their own ground,
When the Saint Mirren boys came down,
I tell you friends I never lie,
When I laughed so much I nearly cried,
4-1 to the Saintly side,
The day the Morton died,
And we were singing,
The Saints’ lead got so much bigger
Bad news came on their own ground,
When the Saint Mirren boys came down,
I tell you friends I never lie,
When I laughed so much I nearly cried,
4-1 to the Saintly side,
The day the Morton died,
And we were singing,
Bye bye, you've been sold down the Clyde,
Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride,
The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride,
Singing this will be the day Morton died,
This will be the day Morton died.
Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride,
The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride,
Singing this will be the day Morton died,
This will be the day Morton died.
Did you see the papers write,
How Morton played sh*te on the night?
The Paisley Express told you so,
And did you believe Stark should survive?
Though he got his P45?
We'd rather see him grovel real...............low…
How Morton played sh*te on the night?
The Paisley Express told you so,
And did you believe Stark should survive?
Though he got his P45?
We'd rather see him grovel real...............low…
Now I know who you want as he’s a draw,
We heard you chanting for McGraw,
But Ally's just read you the news,
It’s the Saints he'd rather choose,
We're all but laughing here 'cos you are stuck,
With a useless squad all out of luck,
So the Greenock Scum can get to f*ck,
The day the Morton died,
And we'll be singing........
We heard you chanting for McGraw,
But Ally's just read you the news,
It’s the Saints he'd rather choose,
We're all but laughing here 'cos you are stuck,
With a useless squad all out of luck,
So the Greenock Scum can get to f*ck,
The day the Morton died,
And we'll be singing........
Bye bye, you've been sold down the Clyde
Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride
The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride
Singing this will be the day M*rt*n died
This will be the day M*rt*n died…
Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride
The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride
Singing this will be the day M*rt*n died
This will be the day M*rt*n died…
We will follow St Mirren
Over land and sea
We will follow St Mirren
On to vi-i-ctoree
Tom Hendrie was the gaffer,
He wore a gaffers hat,
And when he won the title,
He said I fancy that,
He took it down to Greenock,
To show to Ian McCall,
He said we've won the championship
And youse have won f*ck all!
Why don't you f*ck off Greenock Morton (To the tune of Don't Cry For Me Argentina)
Why don't you f**k off Greenock Morton
The truth is we never liked you
You're always losing
You soapless b*st*rds
Why don't you f*ck off
You in-bred w*nkers
Oh Barry, Barry!
Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry Lavety!
We hate Glasgow Rangers,
We hate Celtic too (they're sh**e!),
We hate Greenock Morton,
St. Mirren we love you
We hate Rangers,
We hate Celtic,
We hate Airdrie and we hate Partick,
We hate Morton cos they make us sick,
We are the every c**nt haters!
We'll go wherever St. Mirren go,
We are the North Bank Agaro
Take you on anywhere,
Cos we are the boys from Paisley!
Build a Bonfire,
Build a bonfire,
Put the Morton on the top,
Put the old firm in the middle,
And we'll burn the f**king lot!!