england chants

put yor england chants in ere

you all live in a convict colony,
convict colony, convict colony
you all live in a convict colony,
convict colony,convict colony

Justin Langer
He wasn't very happy,
When we called Brett Lee's no-ball,
He's got a very big mouth,
And he's only five feet tall


shane warne is a druggie
he should be in rehab
he took his ma's diet pill
2 try n lose the flab

Flintoff is the very best
Pontings tired he needs a rest
The pitch was playing up at Lords
Shaney's crying in his sleep (ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh)
KPs got a date to keep he can't hang around
(Chorus)
Our Strauss, in the middle of the pitch
Our Strauss, is as good as John Edrich
Our Strauss, he is mates with Trescothick
Our Strauss, he hit Glenn McGrath for six.

Can Shane Warne win back the Ashes?
Can he keep his hands off the lassies?
Can Shane Warne win back the Ashes?
He hasn't got a hope in hell.

His modesty is lacking
His brows are overlapping
As ugly as his batting
The Hayden OAP
He's got a runt's aggression
He scores 10 runs a session
Our weight is his obsession
The Langer mini-me

Aussies Aussies,
Where did you learn to bat?
Ricky Ponting,
Is scared of Gary Pratt.
Gillespie can't take wickets
And you had to hoard your tickets,
You're sh*t appealers, Hayden's a Sheila,
And your best player's old and fat.

He's only a poor little Aussie
Who couldn't get Mullally out
So he cursed and he swore
But the umpire he saw
And now he can't swear any more

we are the army
the barmy army
oh we are mental
and we are mad
we are the greatest cricket supporters
the world has ever had

Ball and chains, ball and chains
We came here with backpacks
You with ball and chains
cos the aussies are all dirty convicts

nt really cricket chants but legend anyway

WISH ALL THE WOMEN
WISH ALL THE WOMEN

WERE BUNS IN THE OVEN
WERE BUNS IN THE OVEN

SO I CAN BE THE BAKER
SO I CAN BE THE BAKER

AND FILL EM WITH MI CREAM
AND FILL EM WITH MI CREAM

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Same goes for the rest of these:

Wish all the women * 2
Were flowers in the garden * 2
So i can be the gardener * 2
And squirt em with mi hose *2

Wish all the women * 2
Were holes in the road * 2
So i can be the truckie * 2
And fill em with mi load * 2



i wish all the women
were waves in the ocean
and i was a surfer
i'd ride em with my motion

i wish all the women
were bells in a tower
and i was a priest
i'd bang em every hour

canny shit like
who`s that scoring 6 runs
is it kevin,is it kevin

some quality chants there lyk

aye ana

wer did u get thm google or sommit

aye prob cnat rememba

aye we shud well sing thm in mcraths face

A long, long time ago, I can still remember when the Ashes used to make me cry.
And I knew if we had the chance, that we would prove the Aussies are pants,
Then maybe we'd be happy for a while.
But the Lord's test made me shiver.
McGrath's boasting could deliver.
Bad news for the England,
We couldn't lose one more test.
I can't remember if I cried,
When I saw Pietersen's hair was dyed.
But something changed the score besides,
The stupid Aussie lied.


So bye, bye
Warney's chucking a pie,
We were ready,
Unleashed Freddie,
Ponting's going to cry.
And good old Vaughan, brought the urn home today.
Singing this will be the day Ponting cries.
All their boasts just turned into lies.

In the town where I was born, there lived a man who was a thief,
And he told me of his life, stealing bread and Gilchristing sheep,
So they put him in the nick, and then a magistrate he went to see,
He said "Put him on a ship, to the convict colony".
You all live in a convict colony, a convict colony, a convict colony.
You all live in a convict colony, a convict colony, a convict colony.


Hoggy, King of the swingers

Oh, Hoggy's the king of the swingers yeah,
He's a bowling VIP
Pitches up,
Swings away,
The Aussies out by tea...
oh, boo-boopy do,
I wanna bowl like you-oo-oo
Don't wanna bat like you
Just bowl you
boo-boopy-do.

The Monty Kokey (Christmas number 1 written all over it!)

You put your mid-on out,
Bring your long-off in,
You chuck the ball to Monty
and you spin to win,
cos thats what its all about!
wooooah monty monty monty!
wooooah monty monty monty!
pitch leg,
clip off!
The convicts out out out!

gd 1ns

u smell

n u want 2 rape ben

When I was six, I had no sense
I bought a flute for fifty pence
The only tune that I could play
Was Michael Vaughan's Barmy Army

jus think we will b singin them wen we gan c the ashes lollol