1. Gannin' doon to Roker Park on a Saturday afternoon,
I've got a couple o' pints inside and I feel inclined to croon,
To cheer the lads to victory, the one match they must win,
Oh, I'm sure we'll beat Newcastle Untied fifty goals to nil.
Chorus : Are ye right, fal-de-do-fal-de-diddle-de-dum-de-day.
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2. Roker Park on derby day's a sight you should behold,
There's sixty thousand screaming loonies rooting for the goals.
There's every colour and race and creed from all denominations,
And man and woman and dog and horse from every occupation.
Chorus.
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3. Geordie Beck, the pawnbroker, was there for business reasons,
He found the bits of property he got for free was pleasing,
For every time a goal was scored, the hats went up aloft.
He catched them all as they came down and he selt them in his shop.
Chorus.
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4. Gracie Lacey, she was there, who lives by doubtful means.
We laughed when she ran on the pitch to chat up both the teams.
But how she got in the six bob seats we couldn't understand,
Till she walked out just after half-time, the bishop holding her hand.
Chorus.
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5. The ball came out at the Fulwell End, and it hit wor Joe on the head.
The ambulance men collected him and telt us he was dead.
But just as they got to the gate, Len Shackleton scored a goal.
Joe jumps and shouts "I feel better now than the day I collect me dole".
Chorus.
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6. We all enjoyed worselves that day as the rain came pouring down.
And we met some folks we didn't know who'd come from out of town.
We all went there to see the match, to talk, and dance, and sing.
But you'll have to ask some bugger the score 'cause I never seen a thing.
Chorus.
I've got a couple o' pints inside and I feel inclined to croon,
To cheer the lads to victory, the one match they must win,
Oh, I'm sure we'll beat Newcastle Untied fifty goals to nil.
Chorus : Are ye right, fal-de-do-fal-de-diddle-de-dum-de-day.
.
2. Roker Park on derby day's a sight you should behold,
There's sixty thousand screaming loonies rooting for the goals.
There's every colour and race and creed from all denominations,
And man and woman and dog and horse from every occupation.
Chorus.
.
3. Geordie Beck, the pawnbroker, was there for business reasons,
He found the bits of property he got for free was pleasing,
For every time a goal was scored, the hats went up aloft.
He catched them all as they came down and he selt them in his shop.
Chorus.
.
4. Gracie Lacey, she was there, who lives by doubtful means.
We laughed when she ran on the pitch to chat up both the teams.
But how she got in the six bob seats we couldn't understand,
Till she walked out just after half-time, the bishop holding her hand.
Chorus.
.
5. The ball came out at the Fulwell End, and it hit wor Joe on the head.
The ambulance men collected him and telt us he was dead.
But just as they got to the gate, Len Shackleton scored a goal.
Joe jumps and shouts "I feel better now than the day I collect me dole".
Chorus.
.
6. We all enjoyed worselves that day as the rain came pouring down.
And we met some folks we didn't know who'd come from out of town.
We all went there to see the match, to talk, and dance, and sing.
But you'll have to ask some bugger the score 'cause I never seen a thing.
Chorus.
Completely fictional of course. And yet, it's only exaggeration of the facts. I remember Geordie telling me that, on the Fulwell End, there was a world class comedian every five yards.
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