Songs for Ronald

After two excellent years and a few weeks of promising that he would at least see out his three year contrcat it looks like Ron is off. To Everton FFS! Everton! Not Barcelona. not the Netherlands national team. Everton. FFS!

So as a parting gift, perhaps you would like to add a tune or two in honour of the man of integrity.

https://www.youtube.com/embed/cpbbuaIA3Ds

I think the Hagar the Horrible drinking song with the word “Skol” "replaced with “cunt” would cover it quite nicely.

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“you can stick ur fucking mayo up ur arse”

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mmmm mayo

Well the doss dutch cunt has fucked this song over!!

The main criteria for our next manager is having a 2 syllable surname :wink:

To the tune of Doo Doo Ron Ron.

Scruffy blue bastards offered seven mil
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Agent Said Fuck Off, it’s a stupid deal
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Yeah, I want my mils
Yeah, to pay pancakes bills
(Then, when he sacked the cunt)
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Twenty days later, new man’s in play
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Ron’s fucked off on holiday
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Yeah, the deal got done
Les was the only one
(to say, it’s no problem, son)
(He Do Dat, Don’t He?)
(Les Wrong Wrong Wrong)

One year later the Saints are cool
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Ron’s having trouble in Liverpool
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

Yeah, the money’s gone
Yeah, and it’s all gone wrong
(Grass ain’t always greener, Ron)
(Dey Do, Dat, Don’t, Dey?)
(Dey Do Dat, Ron)

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i like it but Rule 2 of songs failed: Northam will struggle beyond the first line.

the winner

Did not changed to much and in a hurry as need to get the kids ready!

Goodison Park to Major Ron
Goodison Park to Major Ron
Take your protection pills
and put your helmet on

Goodison Park to Major Ron
Commencing countdown,
engines on
Check you contract
and may God’s love be with you

[spoken]
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Goodison Park
to Major Ron
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the Farm
if you dare

This is Major Ron to Goodison Park
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating
in a most peculiar way
And my pay packet look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a shitty old ground
In a different world
Everything is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

Though I’m past
six million british pounds
I’m feeling very sad
And I think my agent knows which way to go
Tell SFC I love them very much
but money talks

Goodison Park to Major Ron
Your circuit’s dead,
there’s something very wrong
Can you hear me, Major Ron?
Can you hear me, Major Ron?
Can you hear me, Major Ron?
Can you…

Here am I in a
relegation battle!
just above the dotted line
everything is blue
And there’s nothing I can do!

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Let him go

Let him go

He doesn’t want to be here anymore

Let him go

Let him go-o

Turn away and slam the door

I don’t care, what the papers say

Let the twat move oooooon

The cunt never told the truth anyway

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This is for you and your brother Ronnie…

Where’s your honour gone,

where’s your honour gone

Far far away