A version of Proud Mary that ends up with:
Roly, Roly, Roly and Riera.
That's as far as I've got.
Proud Midfield?
That's brilliant. What about...The Nix (Saints) Keep Marching On.
ROLY, ROLY and RIERA!
ROLY, ROLY and RIERA!
ROLY, ROLY and RIERA!
THE NIX KEEP SCORING GOALS (or marching on...whatever)
That's brilliant. What about...The Nix (Saints) Keep Marching On.
ROLY, ROLY and RIERA!
ROLY, ROLY and RIERA!
ROLY, ROLY and RIERA!
THE NIX KEEP SCORING GOALS (or marching on...whatever)
the Roly Roly bits are they in tune with "I want to be in that number?"
p.s. I just looked at the lyrics to that song, it not all fun and games, it's got Leaders crying and moons turning red with blood. It could scare kids silly. Never realized. What is it with Christianity needing to get all weird about stuff all the time?
We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before
But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)
O when the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need
But I'm waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed
When the revelation (revolution) comes
When the revelation (revolution) comes
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
oops...my bad I messed up the lyrics thereby causing a tonne of confusion.
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH type jazz
Tim Brown's body lies a-mouldering overseas?
....
Roly, Roly, and Riera,
Our midfield marches on...
TB's mouldering etc x 3
But our MF etc
Roly x 2 & Riera
Alex x 2 & McGlinchey
Lia x 2 & Ridenton
Our MF etc.