Joke City Jokes
 
 
** Joke City Rhapsody **

<Sung by Vale Fans>

Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Stoke in a landslide
No escape from reality
Eat up your pies
Look up to the skies and see

You're just a poor bunch, you'll get no sympathy
Because you're easy come, easy go
Never high, always low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me
To me

Mama, just met a Stoke Fan,
Jesus Christ he was thick,
For a brain he must have had a brick,
Mama, their troubles have just begun,
And now they'll be playing York away,
Mama ooo,
I laughed so much it made me cry,
If they're not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, because they don't really matter…

Too late, their time has come,
Their board has no spine,
Pitch invasions all the time,
Goodbye all you Stokies, we're staying up,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo
I don't want to lie,
I sometimes wish they'd never been born at all.

CHORUS : <Sung by Joke fans>

I see a little silhouette of a man
Bloody-hell, bloody-hell, it's frigging Alan Ball
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
ChrisKamara, ChrisKamara
ChrisKamara, ChrisKamara
ChrisKamara shiteo - magnifico o o o
But we're just a crap club and nobody loves us
We're run so poorly by the fat-man Jex Moxey
Spare us our club from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will Coatesy ever go?
Meat-and-tater! No we will not eat your pies, eat your pies
Meat-and-tater! No we will not eat your pies, eat your pies
Meat-and-tater! No we will not eat your pies, eat your pies
Will not eat your pies, eat your pies
Will not eat your pies, eat your pies
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia, eat your pies
Keith Humphries has a pastie put aside for me, for me for meeeeeee…

ROCKING BIT (Still by Stokies) 

So you thought a council built stadium would help us survive
So you thought you could leave us and constantly criticise 
Oh Macari, can't do this to us Macari
Just gotta get out- just gotta get right outta here
Nobody's really fatter
Anyone can see,
Nobody's really fatter -  nothing really fatter than me

Any way the wind blows . . . 

by Ian Martin
 

 Be Lousy, Be Poor, Be Joke City

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