We dont drink the vodka with the Lemonade in,
We wont say no to a Bristol Cream.
Cos WE ARE THE LINWOOD WINE TEAM!
(Chorus) La Da Ra Ra Da etc,etc...
WE ARE THE LINWOOD WINE TEAM!
When the captain says'how do you do?'
In the morning buy a bottle of Brew
During the game we're always fu'
Cos WE ARE THE LINWOOD WINE TEAM!
(Repeat Chorus)
The Second team captain's Andy McDade
He's underworked and hes over paid
He's got no pals and he never gets laid!
Cos hes in the Linwood wine team!
(Repeat chorus until Arrested or just get fed up)
above is the Club song from Linwood Rugby club in Scotland and
it was taught to the Linwood players in Linwood, New Zealand recently by our
roving Webmaster Ian Young. They passed on their song to Ian so this is the song
that Linwood, New Zealand sing along with....
Dogs Bollocks.
We are the best team in the land.
When it comes to fornication
We never need to use our hand.
2nd verse.
When we meet an old age pensioner.
Teenage girls they do no harm
We Ram it in! (captain,coach)
We Ram it in! (Team)
We Ram it in! (Cap,Coach)
We Ram it in! (Team)
Showing off true bollocks charm
3rd verse
From the southside of the Waimak
To the North of Summer Seas
We have left a trail of Bastards and venerial disease.
We're a dirty load of bastards
as we roam from Club to pub
Rejoicing in the title
of the dogs bollocks rugby club!
A Lovely wee Scottish poem.....
Ode to English rugby...From the 1999 6 nations match V Scotland..
Ye come up here tae paradise, tae beat us at your game,
Aw' wind and piss and full o' shit, Yer aw the bloody same,
Ye caw yersels the champions, the nations most elite,
Scotland are the champions, Yuv just been fuckin' beat.
A game that wis invented, fur English gentlemen,
No Highland Jocks we tartan frocks, well bliddy think again,
A baw that's shapit like an egg, it's jist a stupit farse,
A s'pose it maks it easier, tae ram right up yer arse.
So git back hame an lick yer wounds, yer a bunch o' stupit fools,
It's time fur you tae cheat again, change the fuckin' rules,
Rugby, fitba, cricket tae, yer jist a shower o' chancers,
Stick tae whit ye dae the best, you morris fuckin' dancers.