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Carlton has a New Club Song!!!

Tygrys

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Found this on Hawk Headquarters

http://www.hawkheadquarters.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=21220

It's sung to the tune of the old Queen classic 'Bohemiam Rhapsody' and it's rather brilliant!

A standing ovation to the person that originally adapted it!!!

Is Carlton in strife
Is it just bankruptcy
We're such a bad side
No cash and no equity
All the dough's at the Pies
All ours went to Craig Bradley

Laughed at the poor clubs, gave them no sympathy
Cos it was easy come, Fitzroy go
We were high, Saints were low
Our salaries were too high, doesnt really matter, if you cheat
If you cheat

Kouta, Once thrilled the fans
SOS hid the cash under his bed
Now we're 7 million in the red

Kouta, no one made a sound
Then Steve O'Reilly went and blabbed his mouth away

Kouta, oooooooo
Lance and Campo bled us dry
And Fev took us for every red cent we could borrow
Caro moans, Caro moans, and Lance is getting fatter

Too late, the time has come
Meeting Andy D at nine
Beg for money and we'll be fine
Good times for everybody, from the other clubs
Gonna leave us way behind to take the spoon

Kouta, ooooooo
The Blues dont wanna die
We sometimes wish Jack had never been born at all
Caro moans, Caro moans, but cheating doesnt matter

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Got the hooch? Got the hooch? Can you sell to Lawrence Angwin
Thunderbolt and Lightening, bad Es are very frightening, me-
Pagan Collo, Pagan Collo
Pagan Collo, Pagan Collo
Pagan Collo, figuro-magnificoach
Im just a poor coach nobody loves me
Hes a just poor coach, with a bloody massive fee
Recycled list, its a monstrosity
Easy come easy go, hock our ass like a ho
Bismillah! no - we will not be a ho - be a ho
Bismillah! no - we will not be a ho - be a ho
Bismillah! no - we will not be a ho - be a ho
Will not be a ho. Be a ho
Will not be a ho. Be a ho
no, no , no, no, no, no,no
mama mia mama mia mama mia be a ho
Jack said the club has 3 mill in paper bags for me, for me, for me.....

So you think that we're crooks and deserve to fry
So you think you can laugh and leave us to die
Oh Andy, show us the money Andy
Cos we got our hand out, we'll have our hand out for 10 years

Cheating doesnt matter
Anyone can see
Cheating doesnt matter, cheating doesnt matter, to Andy D
(any way the wind blows)
 
An older Ode To Carlton



Good work Tygrys. Don't ya just love it. ;D

CARLTON

Sung to the tune of American Pie by Don Mclean


Long long time ago, I can still remember how Fraser Brown made Dean
Wallis cry And I knew if he had the chance, Steven O'Reilly could play
defence And maybe we'd avoid the spoon for a while.

But Demetriou makes me shiver
With every infringement he delivers
Bad news for the Blue set
Long service leave will get us yet

I can't remember if I cried, when Riccardi beat our withered side But
something touched me deep inside The day our dignity died

So bye bye picks one and two, bye
Can't have Goddard, can't have Salopek, no pick allowed high Those
losers at the Saints will again pick the draft dry Singing "this will
be the day that Jack dies" Singing "this will be the day that Jack
dies"

Do you remember 93
When Jack accused Kevin Sheedy
That the Dons had cheated bad

And the flag was won in 95
When Diesel skinned the Cats alive
Norm Smith and a lazy 5

Well I know we didn't cheat back then
'Coz our Captain was Sticks Kernahan.
He sang for me and youse
We are the Navy Blues

I was a lonely feral Italian drunk
Thought we never be short nine million bucks
But in the end we ran out of luck
The day our draft picks flied

The rest were singing
Bye Bye picks one and two bye
See ya Wells, see ya Goddard, poor old Barb has just cried Come on
down to the Saints, get onto the ride Coz the Blues have just blatantly
lied The Blues have just blatantly lied

Did you fiddle the books from above
Did you give Hamill a great big shove
Yes the bible* told us so.

Well, Kouta proved he's a great big Queen
And you can say much the same about Peter Dean
With a voice that came from It-al-y

And while old SOS was bending down
Darren Milburn knocked off his girly crown
Do you recall that lovely sound
The day, the Blues fans cried.

And we were laughing ?
Bye Bye to the Blues as a side
Time is fleeting
They're caught cheating
And Lance Whitnall is wide
And Tig-er fans wipe tears of joy from their eyes
Saying 'time to pay for all of those lies'
'Now lets see the same for the Pies.'

I met this bloke who loved the Blues
And I asked him for some footy news
But he just sobbed and turned away

So I went down to old Princes Park
To hang some shiit for a bit of a lark
But the fans there admitted Carlton cannot play

And on the street the Demons cheered
The Bombers laughed and the Hawkers leered
Happy words were spoken
Even Saints fans were all jokin'

And the two men that most make me sick
That mongrel Diesel and that *smile* Sticks
They stabbed poor Jack for an easy fix
The day their loyalty died.
So Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Big Jack got stabbed in the back by Sticks
'Cause liars are the Devil's only friends.

And as I watch him on the stage
Muttering somethin' 'bout SOS's wage
No Iti born in Rome
Could run that Telstra Dome

And as the cigarette smoke rose into the day
To hide all evidence of SOS's pay
I saw Satan's presidency blown away
The day Blues' draft picks dried
So why why, Craig and Steve, tell us why
Sold us out to the League, so your arses won't fry
You've screwed up the club, the cheque book has run dry
Mick Martyn is now all we can buy.....
 
Tygrys said:
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Got the hooch? Got the hooch? Can you sell to Lawrence Angwin
Thunderbolt and Lightening, bad Es are very frightening, me-
Pagan Collo, Pagan Collo
Pagan Collo, Pagan Collo
Pagan Collo, figuro-magnificoach
Im just a poor coach nobody loves me
Hes a just poor coach, with a bloody massive fee
Recycled list, its a monstrosity
Easy come easy go, hock our ass like a ho

:rofl :clap
 
Rosy....tigersofold.....you guys have got TALENT........seriously..............

isnt it a bit way over the odds dancing on yer enemy,s grave? >:( ;) :hihi

I waz taught by those in the celestial residences to LOVE YOUR ENEMIES...... :hearton :hearton
 
nitrotiger said:
Rosy....tigersofold.....you guys have got TALENT........seriously..............

isnt it a bit way over the odds dancing on yer enemy,s grave? >:( ;) :hihi

I waz taught by those in the celestial residences to LOVE YOUR ENEMIES...... :hearton :hearton
We love Carlton very much   :-*  :-*

Me and Vladdy McGee

Busted flat at Princes Park, waitin' for to train
And feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Denis thumbed old Diesel down just before it rained
and Collo drove us all away to Docklands doo
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
Playin' soft while Denis sank the Blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, holdin' Vlado's hand in mine
We sang every song that Kouta knew, yeah

  Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
  Nothin' don't mean nothin' if it ain't free, no no
  And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Denis sank the Blues
  You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
  Good enough for me and my Vladdy McGee

From the Optus Oval gold mine to the dreaded Docklands dump
There Vladdy shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Vladdy baby kept me from the cold
One day up near the Legends Stand, Lord, I let him slip it to me
He's lookin' for our new home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all o' my home games for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Vladdy's body next to mine

  Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
  Nothin', that's all that big Jack left me, yeah
  But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Denis sank the Blues
  Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
  Good enough for me and my Vladdy McGee

La-da-da  La-da-da-da  La-da-da da-da da-da
La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Vladdy McGee, yeah
La-da-la-da-la-da  La-da-la-da-da
La-da-la-da-la-la, Vladdy McGee, yeah
La-da-da  La-da-da La da-da La da-da
La-da-da La da-da La da-da
Hey, my Vladdy, Lord, my Vladdy McGee, yeah
Lo-da-lo  da-la-lo-da-la
Lo-da-la-lo  da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la
Hey, my Vladdy, Lord, my Vlladdy McGee, yeah

Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now Vladdy now, hey now Vladdy McGee, yeah
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la
Hey, hey, hey, Vladdy McGee, Lord!
 
nitrotiger said:
Rosy....you have got TALENT........

My special telent was cutting and pasting to perfection from an e-mail I was sent. ;D Can't credit the source cos I don't know where it originally came from.
 
nitrotiger said:
Rosy....tigersofold.....you guys have got TALENT........seriously..............

isnt it a bit way over the odds dancing on yer enemy,s grave? >:( ;) :hihi

I waz taught by those in the celestial residences to LOVE YOUR ENEMIES...... :hearton :hearton

Nitro, does that mean the sheila in your pic is an enemy?
 
We are the Navy Blues
We useto do exactly as we choose
We're the team who makes up our own rules
Because the AFL is run by fools

Their regulations
Cause us frustrations
But litigation
Will make them hear what we are saying
Cos we're the shameless , broke old dark Blues
 
Sorry tygry,s........just gotta read the posters name a little closer!

Boyanich.....my avatar is NOT an enemy.....(Sigh)but i think I can dig deep and find it within me to display a little affection and attention that she obviously commands....Im gettin old for this *smile*,but...if someones gotta do it........share themselves....(sigh)it may as well be me........ ;)
 
There are a few of these doing the rounds at the moment. Here is one with apologies to Richard Harris.

John Elliot's Park (to the tune of MacArthur Park)

Finals were never waiting for us, girl
Others ran one step ahead
As we won our wooden spoons
Despite inflated egos and we were pressed,
By love’s hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

CHORUS
John Elliott’s Park is melting in the dark
All the soft Blues players feeling down...
Someone left their contracts in the rain
I don't think that they can take it
'cause it costs so much to pay them
And they’ll never have that sponsorship again
Oh, no!

We recall the blue and white jumper
Foaming like a wave
On the ground before our fans
The players, like tender babies in our hands
And old men paying them with brown paper bags

CHORUS

John Elliott’s Park is melting in the dark
All the soft Blues players feeling down...
Someone left their contracts in the rain
I don't think that they can take it
'cause it costs so much to pay them
And they’ll never have that sponsorship again
Oh, no!

There won’t be another flag for us
For we can’t do it
There won’t be another dream for us
Someone else will win it
We will drink our beer while it is warm
And never again be seen cheering on our Blues
And after all the heroes of the past
After all the heroes of the past
Carlton could be no more.

We will want the AFL to take our ground and run it
We will give our ground to the AFL and we will lose it
We will have the money that we require
But our fans will be lost to this club without desire.
And after all the heroes of the past
After all the heroes of the past
I'll be thinking of the Blues
And wondering why.

John Elliott’s Park is melting in the dark
All the soft Blues players feeling down...
Someone left their contracts in the rain
I don't think that they can take it
'cause it costs so much to pay them
And they’ll never have that sponsorship again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh NO!!