An ode to Gerry Francis's mullet

Gerry Francis' mullet,
Oh how i'd like to pull it,
My fingers firm my digits ensconced,
Amidst those wisps at the back of your bonce,
Oh Gerry does your talent to coach,
Lie within your Chris Waddly hairdo approach?
If i rip it from root will we still bear the fruit,
Of your power to make us so tactically astute?
You're the Samson of Stoke,
You're the meat in our lobby,
You're a wonderful bloke,
And your hair is your hobby,
It's grey and it's long and it's silky and smooth,
And it's just like the football with which we have proved,
How to shoot up the Prem like a speeding red bullet,
And it's all down to you Gerry and your magnificent mullet

I love you Gerry

Frank Wilson

Amazing song. I learnt the bloody chords earlier so i can bore everyone to death with drunken versions of it at 3am! Fuckin brilliant song. The ladies will be putty in my drunken hands

Here I am on bended knees
I lay my heart down at your feet
Now do I love you

All you have to do is ask
I'll give until there's nothing left
do I love you

As long as there is life in me
Our happiness is guaranteed
I'll fill your heart with ecstasy, forever darling

Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Indeed I do Indeed I do

The very thing that I want most
Is just to have and hold you close
Do I love you?

From early morning until late at night
You fill my heart with pure delight
Do I love you?

Now whenever I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
And bring you home safe to me, for ever darling

Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Do I love you?

Indeed I do, sweet darling, indeed I do

(instrumental break)

Now whenever I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
And bring you home safe to me
for ever darling

Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Indeed I do, little darling, indeed I do

I don't want to go to 'the dentists'

A sadistic dentist will be ripping half my face off in precisely one and a quarter hours. I've had this Costello tune in my head all morning. Except i swap 'chelsea' for 'the dentist'. Bloody Elvis, the miserable pig. I'd bloody love to be going to Stamford Bridge to laugh in Drogba's face. But i'm not. I'm going to Tunstall to have a tooth pulled. Wicky wah wah