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The Willowdale Epic When you follow your team, Do you dare to dream, That you can ever have your senses heightened, Like if you were following Willowdale United? Well here's a song about a football team The greatest team you've ever seen, A team that play Total Football We've won the Esto Premier League! Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, United we are known, Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, Where champions are sown! Mel Lastman's mug upon our chests We are Greater North York’s best We’re on the march fromYonge and Finch, Having spent the night with your old bitch. Zenden, Ziege, and even Ruud, At Hendon Park they hone their craft, When Moss took Kevin Phillips, You thunk that he was daft! Oh Willowdale, Willowdale Your Xerox tower tall, Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, The Beaches have fuck all! Willowdale is where they're from And Willowdale is where they play, And United from Willowdale Win the championship every May! Now if you go down Roti Way Hard luck stories you hear each day Theres not a trophy to be seen, 'Cos Willowdale have swept them clean! Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, Your pleasures are so many, Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, An adequate liquor store that’s zany! And as we sang round Etobi Coke, Leaving Tarmo crying on his smoke He’s probably crying still at Willowdale 8 and Toner nil! Average worries us a little bit, Because he’s copied half our team, But we’ve got Kevin Phillips, And he’s a fucking goal machine! Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, My fertile valley of green, Oh Willowdale, Willowdale, Home of the best Football Club, That the world has ever seen! |