Martin Jol - ‘I Will Survive’ Extended version (27/9)

[gooner.ed]

http://www.onlinegooner.com/exclusive/index.php?id=422

usual thread starter… I’m really not sure how I feel about Martin Jol. Art of me thinks he has actually improved the club, and that if he stayed they will remain as UEFA Cup regulars. But would a new manager be able to take them onto the next level or back to the good old days of European football being restricted to pre-season tours? I am sure Mourinho for on could get them into the top four by just getting 1-0’s at home and scoreless draw bores away. And they’d love it at the Lane. Let’s face it, their only trophy in the last 16 years has been under George Graham. They days of flair football are a distant memory for them now.

[Blackred]

You need to Jolinate it...

At firsht I wash afraid, I wash petrified
Kept thinking I could never turn Shpursh into a top four shide
But I shpent oh sho many nightsh thinking how Shtalteri did me wrong
Perhapsh I'm wrong but I'll jusht have to carry on

And we'll be back, into fifth place
Wait till the transhfer window, shign another washte of shpace
I should have shold Paul Robinshon, I should have dropped him from the team
If I had known for jusht one shecond he'd concede more than Derby

Go on now go – Bent, there'sh the door
Jusht turn around now 'caushe you don't shcore goalsh anymore
Weren't you the one who cosht more than Thierry Henry?
I knew you'd crumble, I'd rather have Emile Hesh-key.

But I, I will shurvive
Oh, if we jusht win the next shix gamesh I know I'll shtay alive
I've got Tainio who ish crap and Huddleshtone who'sh jusht fat
But I'll shurvive, I will shurvive

It took all the shtrength I had not to fall apart
Kept trying hard to mend Defoe'sh relationship with hish little tart
And I shpent oh sho many nightsh trying on John Barnesh'sh tightsh
And oh I've cried, I want the Shpursh job till I die!

And you shee Keane, he hatesh me too
I shubbed him off when we were winning then we went and effing drew!
And now I'm shcratching my big chin, should I jusht shell Ledley King?
If I'm gonna shave my shkin I'll need shome Labour party shpin

Oh yesh I, I will shurvive
Levy wantsh the Shpecial One becaushe he’sh got more drive
Or that bloke who’sh at Sheville, jusht the thought it makesh me ill
Hang on what’sh that? You shay my pay off ish four mill??

Go on now go, I’m out the door
Don’t need you nashty dirty shcum fansh any more
Tottenham have no clashsh, sho shtick your job right up your arshe
And I’ll shurvive, yesh I’ll shurviiiiiiiiiiiiive!

[Wayno]

You need to Jolinate it...

At firsht I wash afraid, I wash petrified
Kept thinking I could never turn Shpursh into a top four shide
But I shpent oh sho many nightsh thinking how Shtalteri did me wrong
Perhapsh I'm wrong but I'll jusht have to carry on

And we'll be back, into fifth place
Wait till the transhfer window, shign another washte of shpace
I should have shold Paul Robinshon, I should have dropped him from the team
If I had known for jusht one shecond he'd concede more than Derby

Go on now go – Bent, there'sh the door
Jusht turn around now 'caushe you don't shcore goalsh anymore
Weren't you the one who cosht more than Thierry Henry?
I knew you'd crumble, I'd rather have Emile Hesh-key.

But I, I will shurvive
Oh, if we jusht win the next shix gamesh I know I'll shtay alive
I've got Tainio who ish crap and Huddleshtone who'sh jusht fat
But I'll shurvive, I will shurvive

It took all the shtrength I had not to fall apart
Kept trying hard to mend Defoe'sh relationship with hish little tart
And I shpent oh sho many nightsh trying on John Barnesh'sh tightsh
And oh I've cried, I want the Shpursh job till I die!

And you shee Keane, he hatesh me too
I shubbed him off when we were winning then we went and effing drew!
And now I'm shcratching my big chin, should I jusht shell Ledley King?
If I'm gonna shave my shkin I'll need shome Labour party shpin

Oh yesh I, I will shurvive
Levy wantsh the Shpecial One becaushe he’sh got more drive
Or that bloke who’sh at Sheville, jusht the thought it makesh me ill
Hang on what’sh that? You shay my pay off ish four mill??

Go on now go, I’m out the door
Don’t need you nashty dirty shcum fansh any more
Tottenham have no clashsh, sho shtick your job right up your arshe
And I’ll shurvive, yesh I’ll shurviiiiiiiiiiiiive!

Exshellent shong

[I Hate Hleb]

IT'S SHURE TO BE A SHIT!!

[proudtosaythatname]

Being serious(h) for a minute: the lyrics are very amusing and creative - wish I could do things like that (sigh). Were it not for the awful cheating goal at Highbury when Gilberto was injured - and the bullying threats to Arsene which followed - I'd feel quite sorry for old fatso. As Ed says, he's probably improved a mid-table group of also rans, who last year for a time played some quite attractive football. But hey ho, with the Gunners going as amazingly well as we are now, who gives a s**t about Jol, Grant, Ferguson, Allardyce, Mourinho or any of those also-rans?