LestWeForget

My second offering ... as all sequels, probably not as good as the original ... To the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel : We're almost bottom of the league Suffer We're not like anybody else Suffer We've got a Rupert Lowe in charge oh God But we will come to a place Where the only thing we feel Is relegation in our face And all Saints fans will have to Suffer You used to call us paranoid Suffer But even you cannot avoid Suffer You turned the team into your private toy Now here you are with your grin And your Peter Pan advice You have no cash in your pot And you love to see us Suffer Michael Wilde and Rupert Lowe No cash, No brain What do you know? All your life is CBBC Sesame Street What does it mean? (I'll tell you what it means) Suffer Suffer We need some help, we need some cash Suffer We need investment or we'll crash Suffer I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are in the stand With that same smug stupid grin Your head is buried in the sand And all the true fans have to Suffer Suffer All your life is shooting the duck hockey and gin Who gives a ****? Suffer I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are with your grin And your Peter Pan advice You have no cash in your pot And you love to see us Suffer Suffer Suffer One, two, three, nil Suffer

Trouble is, Bo Rap is one hell of a tough one to condense...

I have another one running around in my head.... but... Double Gloucester??? Agadoo.... Rupert Lowe-Lowe-Lowe, sell a player, shaft the team Rupert Lowe-Lowe-Lowe, sell a player, that we need On the left, on the right, through the middle we're too young If it gets any worse, relegation here we come .... then I get lost... might need some alcoholic brain loosener....

Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows...

Seems all you lot looking at the table I added have taken me over my usage limit at geocities, so here's the table again so others can see it too :

Someone asked.. so I just had to oblige .... By percentage of capacity :