the Velvet Underground and Voronin

[Frosty Jack]

Shiny Shiny, Shiny boots of leather.

Eastern hairball, dressed in red.

Clubs and bells, loyal servant, dont forsake him

Strike, dear Torres, and cure his heart

 

Downy sins of floodlight fancies

Chase the costumes he shall wear

Ermine furs on ceremonial striker

Voronin, Voronin awaits you there

 

Torres tired, Crouch is weary

Kuyts not scored for a thousand years

Voronin, Voronin, that evil bench awaits you

at an Anfield made of tears

 

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather

shiny leather in the dark

Michael Tonge, the bench that once awaited

Strike, dear Torres, and cure his heart

 

Voronin, Voronin, speak so slightly

Voronin, down on your bended knee

Taste the wop, in love not given lightly

Taste the wop, now plead for me

 

Torres tired, Crouch is weary

Kuyts not scored for a thousand years

Voronin, Voronin, that evil bench awaits you

at an Anfield made of tears

 

Shiny Shiny, Shiny boots of leather.

Eastern hairball, dressed in red.

Voronin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him

Tie your hair back with your cold black heart

[pipnasty]

 

Too much time on our hands have we??

[melia]

Shiny Shiny, Shiny boots of leather.

Eastern hairball, dressed in red.

Clubs and bells, loyal servant, dont forsake him

Strike, dear Torres, and cure his heart

 

Downy sins of floodlight fancies

Chase the costumes he shall wear

Ermine furs on ceremonial striker

Voronin, Voronin awaits you there

 

Torres tired, Crouch is weary

Kuyts not scored for a thousand years

Voronin, Voronin, that evil bench awaits you

at an Anfield made of tears

 

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather

shiny leather in the dark

Michael Tonge, the bench that once awaited

Strike, dear Torres, and cure his heart

 

Voronin, Voronin, speak so slightly

Voronin, down on your bended knee

Taste the wop, in love not given lightly

Taste the wop, now plead for me

 

Torres tired, Crouch is weary

Kuyts not scored for a thousand years

Voronin, Voronin, that evil bench awaits you

at an Anfield made of tears

 

Shiny Shiny, Shiny boots of leather.

Eastern hairball, dressed in red.

Voronin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him

Tie your hair back with your cold black heart

 

Jesus! Don't give up your day job now.

[Coyler]

Haha.

 

(I'm not getting the "wop" bit, though .)

[Doyler3000]

Chorus is ok

[Frosty Jack]

the whole album works

[pipnasty]

the whole album works

 

Plenty of inspiring melodies on it too

[Frosty Jack]

Plenty of inspiring melodies on it too

 

when he puts that spike into his vein

[oakie bob]

cant wait to hear george spin it on a match day

[cymrococh]

when he puts that spike into his vein

when he puts the ball into the net

he gets a feeling he won't soon forget

and when he's rushing on that run

he gets the ball from Yossi Benayoun

oh and he shoots, but he just don't score

oh and he shoots, but he just don't score

 

Voronin

plays well with Crouchy

Edited August 10, 2007 by Paul Caruso

[Mike]

outrageous lack of credits there N.

 

he's never early he's always late

rafas style is to always pass and wait

 

up to yossis house 125

past pete burns from dead or alive

[Frosty Jack]

outrageous lack of credits there N.

 

they're there, coded.

[Spike]

ha ha this is the best thread for a while

 

You gotta run run run run run

or you'll get hit right through

You gotta run run run run run

Momo's after you

Yes it's true

Could've been a blue

[pipnasty]

I dare somebody to do 'The Gift' - i've just had a quick look at the lyrics and realised that I can't really be arsed

[Spike]

Here he comes

You better watch your step

He's gonna break your leg in two

Yes it's true

 

Under-rated for a while

Now our hero by a mile

He's our true kopite on the pitch,

but he's rich

 

And all the kopites love

Jamie Carragher

He's scouse and f***ing tough

Jamie Carragher

Makes Drogba look a puff

Jamie Carragher

 

See the way he roars

Although he never scores

 

Istanbul, when he got cramp,

And when Bergkamp did that stamp

Carra got up just to put them down

f***ing sound

 

And all the kopites love

Jamie Carragher

He's scouse and f***ing tough

Jamie Carragher

Makes Drogba look a puff

Jamie Carragher

[£440,000]

Dirk and Crouchy inside

They lookin' for the Low Balll

Who's staring at Miss Rafa

Who's ready to bring Torres on

I'm searching for my thru' ball.

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

Aw just like Steveie Finn said

Whip it in.

 

Parry and Miss Rafa

They're busy waiting for their Andriy

Who just got back from his hairdresser

He said he didn't like the marker

He's busy waiting for his winger

He's big and dressed in red nylon

He's just here from Alemania

He wants to know a way to earn a dollar

I'm searching for my winger

I said he couldn't hit it sideways

He couldn't hit it sideways

Aw just like Stevie Finn said

Lay it onto him.

 

Torres's got his new piece

He c***s it shoots it between three and four

He aims it at the goalie

Shoots him down dead on the floor

Oh you shouldn't do that

Don't you know you'll stain the goalmouth

Now don't you know you'll stain the golamouth

And by the way have you got a euro

On no man I haven't got the time-time

To busy sucking on a new gong

He's busy sucking on my new gong

Oh she does just like Stevie Finn said

I'm searching for my winger

I said c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways

I said c-c-c-c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways

Ah do it do it just sh-sh-sh-shoot

That's ju-ju-just excellente

Oh!

 

 

Now who is that knocking

Who's knocking at the first team door

Now could it be a hungarian

They come and take us for a ride-ride

Oh but we haven't got the time-time

Hey hey hey he's busy sucking on his new gong

He's busy sucking on his new gong

Aw now do it just like Stevie Finn said

I'm searching for my winger

I couldn't hit it sideways

I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh now just like

Oh just like

Ah just like

Ah just like

Oh just like

Oh just like.

 

Dirk and Crouchy inside

Now pass and move on

lookin' for the Low Ball

Who's staring at Miss Rafa

Do it do it do it do it do it do it

Who's bringing Torres on

I'm s-s-s-searching for my winger

I couldn't hit is sideways

I couldn't hit it sideways

Just like

Oh just like

Do it do it do it

Just like

Just like

Just like.

 

 

Now Parry and Miss Rafa

They're busy waiting for their Andriy

He's just here from Alemania

He said he's bound to beat his marker

I said he hasn't got the time-time

You're busy sucking on my new gong

You busy sucking on my new gong

Now just like Stevie Finn said

I'm searching for my winger

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

Whip it to me Jermaine

Whip it to me Jermaine

Whip it to me Jermaine

Whip it to me Jermnaie

Said I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh do it now just like

Just like Stevie Finn said.

 

 

I said now Torres's got his new piece

He c***s it shoots it bang between three and four

He aims it at the goalie

He shoots him down dead on the pitch

Oh you shouldn't do that

Don't you know you'll hit the hoarding

Don't you know you'll miss the open net

 

 

Oh she hasn't got the time-time

Busy sucking on his new gong

She's busy sucking on his new gong

Now just like Stevie Finn said

I'm searching for my winger

Couldn't hit it sideways

Couldn't hit it sideways

And just like

And just like

And just like

St-Stevie Finn said

Now do it to him.

 

Dirck and Crouchy inside

They're busy looking for the Thru Ball

They're staring at Miss Rafa

Busy bringing little Yossi on

I'm busy searching for my winger

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

Now just like

Now just like

I said ah-uh

Just like

Andriy-Vor-Vor-Voronin.

[Falconhoof]

Carra got up just to put them down

f***ing sound