I get Knockaert, but I Papa Bouba Diop again
I wanna rock down to
Etienne Capoue
And then we Zeki Fryers
Leighton Baines, I bet you think this song is about you.
Lay where you’re laying
Don’t make a sound
I know they’re watching
They’re watching
All the commotion
The kiddie like play
Has people talking
They’re talking
You, Temuri Ketsbaia
Sunday Monday Habib Beye
Do you remember the time
I knew Kubilay Türkyilmaz?
T. Cottee, T. Cottee, put your hands all over my body.
D.I Canio
D.I Canio
He is D - Di Canio
He is I - i Canio
He is C - Canio
He is A - Anio
He is woooaoh wooooah woooah
Neville Neville! You tore your dress
Neville Neville! You face is a mess…
Oh oh oh, he’s magic, you know
Massimo Luongo!
Was always a big fan of
“Misty morning, Wayne Bridge”
Brother Pele’s in the back
Sweet Zina’s in the front
Cruisin’ down the freeway in the hot, hot sun
Suddenly red-blue lights flash us from behind
Loud voice booming
Please step out onto the line
Pele preaches words of comfort
Zina just hides her eyes
Policeman taps his shades
Is that a Chevy '69?
Chapuisat
Chapuisat, Chapuisat