Anthems

Here we go with Leeds United
We're gonna give the boys a hand
Stand up and sing for Leeds United
We are the greatest in the land 

Every day, we're all gonna say
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Everywhere, we're gonna be there
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds! 

Marchin' on together
We're gonna see you win (na, na, na, na, na, na)
We are so proud
We shouted out loud
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds! 

We've been through it all together
And we've had our ups and downs (ups and downs!)
We're gonna stay with you forever
At least until the world stops going round
Every day, we're all gonna say
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!
Everywhere, we're gonna be there
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!

Marchin' on together
We're gonna see you win (na, na, na, na, na, na)
We are so proud
We shouted out loud
We love you Leeds! Leeds! Leeds!

Dear Wayne,

I faxed you but you still aint callin; I left my cell, Moyesey's pager and
Bill Kenwright's phone number at the bottom; I sent two contracts off in
summer, you must not have got em; There probably was a problem with the post
office in Portugal or something. Sometimes I scribble '£50,000 a week' to
sloppy when I jot it; But anyway what bin up man? How's Colleen? If I get a
girlfriend Guess what I'am guna call her . . . I'am a name her Waynetta. I
read about your uncle Eugene to am sorry; I had a friend ruin my birthday
party over some bar that wouldn't serve him; I know you probably hear this
every day, But I am your biggest fan; I even got the underground stuff you
did with the youth team. I got an office full of your posters and your
pictures man; I like the stuff you did with England too those goals were
phat.

Anyways, I hope Proactive get this to you man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Trev.

Dear Wayne,

you still aint called or wrote, I hope you get a chance; I aint mad I just
think its messed up you don't answer back. If you didn't want to talk to me
outside Bellefield you didn't have too; But you could have signed a
pre-contract agreement for Davey. That's our young Scottish manager man;
He's only 36 years old. We waited on the Goodison Road for you for four
hours and you just said nah! That's pretty awful Wayne, you're like his
####in protégé. He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than
Gravesen. I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied too. Remember
when we met in La Manga, you said if I asked you You wouldn't leave on a
free. See, I'm just like you in a way.. I never liked Uncle Eugene neither;
He used to cheat on barman and beat last orders. I can relate to what you're
doin' on the pitch; So when I have a crappy day, I drift away and put 'the
arsenal game On. Cause I don't really got much else, so your performances
help when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo with Colleen's name across ma
chest. See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell
it; in the Daily Star Franny's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7. But he
don't know you like I know you, Wayne, no one does. He don't know what it
was like for scallies like you growing up. You've gotta call me man. We'll
be the biggest club you'll ever lose.

PS: You and Marcus Bent should play together too.

Dear Mister am to good to call or write my chairman.

This will be the last contract I ever send your ass. It's been all
pre-season and still no word, I don't deserve it. I know you got my last two
contracts I wrote Proactive on them perfect. So this is my cassette am
sendin' you I hope you hear it. I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on
County Road. Hey Wayne, "I drank a fifth of Coke a Cola, ya dare me to
drive?" You know that song by Billy Marr called 'No other team'; About that
guy who sings about the greatest Everton side he ever seen. That's kind of
like how this is Cause that's what we could have been. You could have
rescued us from relegation. And all I wanted was that lousy Stretford to
give me a call. I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.
I loved you Wayne, we could have been together. Think about it. I hope your
conscious eats at you and you get dropped without us. See Wayne, {screaming}
shut up Tommy, I'm trying to talk Hey Wayne, that's Radzinski screaming in
the trunk. But I didn't sell him on I just stuck him in the reserves see I
ain't like you. 'Cause that way he'll suffer more, and then his career will
be over too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now. Oh dear, I
forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh*t out?

Wayne's Response:

Dear Trev

I meant to write you sooner but I just bin busy. You said Duncan was close
to full fitness how far a long is he? I am really flattered you would call
your girlfriend that, And here's an autograph for Davey I wrote in on a Coke
bottle cap. Sorry I missed you at the training ground. Don't think I did
that intentionally just to diss you, But Trev what's this stuff you said
about getting tacky tattoos too? I say that stuff I just clownin dogg, come
on how messed up is up? And whats that you said about me and Marcus Bent
meant to be together. That kind of some stuff makes me not want to play for
you for ever. I really think you and the fans need each other. Or maybe you
just need to treat them a little better. I just hope this letter reaches you
from Manchester in time. I think you and the fans will be doin just fine. If
you spend a little. And Trev, I'm glad that I inspire you, but why are you
so mad; Try to understand that Man United are a part of my plan. I just
don't want you to do some crazy sh*t. I seen this one dude on North West
Tonight a couple of weeks ago that made me sick. Some chief exec was drunk
and drove his car over Millar's Bridge. And he had Radzinski in the trunk,
For whom Fulham had just bid.. And in the car they found a tape but the
didn't say who it was too.

Come to think of it, his name was . . . Birch . . . it was you! Damn.

Tunnicliffe

What did you have fans of Leeds United
What did you have our many rivals would say
You had the world at your feet
Each squad member a jewel
Then your rivals came
And tried to take them from you
And you took on the world
Young boys who knew no fear
You fought and you died
And we stole your jewels from you

Long time ago said a fine old Leeds fan
Long time ago, this fine old Leeds fan did say
We had dreams and hope
Young boys who knew no fear
In a Fortress strong
To stop your plundering ways
And our fearsome cries
They shook the very heavens
And we held the line
United to the core

What have you now, Fans of Leeds United
What have you now our grining rivals did say
We have fine brave fans
The like you'll never muster
Who'll search for jewels
In settings of pure white gold
And we'll take on the world
Young boys that know no fear
And never more,
Shall they steal the crown jewels from Leeds

BAD BLOOD RISING 

I see some bad blood rising
I see the troubles on the way
This feeling I have is not surprising
Phsyco Keane is on his way

Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.

Please be warey Darren Southgate
Don't kneel down with your kids to play
With nostrils flared and eyes of pure hate
Phsyco Keane is on his way

Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.

Phsycho's on a murder mission
Alfie is the man to slay
Fergy says it's just ambition
When phsyco took his legs away

Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.

See that red mist decending
Tells Mc Carthy he wont play
His football days will soon be ending
The shrinks are taking him away.

Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.

Dont go on the pitch
Your bound to need a stitch
There's some bad blood on the rise.

S.W.A. ( Scummers with attitude ) A lyrical masterpeice by Scott Evans.