There was a team called wire
They thought they were the best
They said they'd beat the salford
and all the flippin rest

They said they'd win the superleague
They said they'd beat them all
But 1st game of that season
It was 6 to 24

Tra la la, Tra la la

Tune
Supercalafragalisticexpialidous (from mary poppins)

Super salford are fantastic
<insert name / nickname of team here> are Atrocious

He's old
He's slow
He's Knees about to go
(tommy ) Martin, Martin

He's old
Insane
He's weed himself again
(alex) Murphy, Murphy

we are salford RLFC
And this year we're going to wemberly
Loyal Reds
We allways will be
Till our dying day

marching on to victory
Going down in History
Tattersfield to Knowsley road (Huddersfield to JJB) they say dont tinker with classics....
Were ever they will play thats were we'll be

Sons and farthers sing this story
of the salford march to Glory
loyal REDS
We allways will be
Till our dying day

You can shove your Odsal speedway
You can shove your JJB
You Can shove your Knowsley scousers
Alway the way to Headingley

Cos we are super salford
And we off to wemberly
As the Reds go marching on on on

Simon Baldwin walks on water tra la la la la la la la la

Hope Moana
Give me
Hope Moana
Till promotion comes

We would have had you in france
we would have had you in france
we would have had you in france
We would have had you in france
In france... (to Jimmy lowes)

Rutchinson, Ruchinson, Ruchinson
OHHHHHH oh
Shauni, Shanui Ruchingson

Good mix of old and new there to start with...

So how many are we upto??? (That's not a song by the way...)

What about;

There's only one Franky Birchall
One Franky Birchall
With a packet of sweet & a cheeky smille
Franky is a Salford Pedophile......

It could be tho when the scoreboard packs in and goes off

Tune would be "Theres only one......!!"

Alan Hunte is a rugby genius

He's fat, he's round, he bounces on the ground (insert prop's name here)

Salford boys we are here, wo-oh, wo-oh, Salford boys we are here, wo-oh, wo-oh, Salford boys we are here, shag your birds and drink your beer wo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

C'mon the salford reds, we're gonna score more tries

Leroy passed to Littler, Leroy passed to Littler, na-na-na-na

This is how it feels to be seven, this is how it feels to be small, this is how it feels when your world means nothing at all (on a trip to Barrow (2003?) when they had a particularly small scrum half)

Oompa Loompa song (as above)

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it is to see Salford win away

Baynes will tear you apart again

Clifford Beverley tra-la-la-la

Can we play you every week

Let's all have a disco

We know where you live (to Nathan McAvoy)

Peggy's house is burning down (to McAvoy again)

Judas (take your pick!)

We're going down with the Barrow

You thought we were shi te, you were right, you were right

We all follow Kevin's army, we're not going to wembley, but we don't give a fu ck cos at least we're staying up, salford are the greatest rugby team

Follow, follow, follow, cos the reds are off to barrow. We'll be watching the reds, we'll be ed out of our heads as we follow the reds off to barrow (or sumfink like that!)

Follow, follow, follow. Cos the Swinton are goin' to Barrow. Whilst the reds are in France where we'll sing and we'll dance, the Swinton are goin' to Barrow...

Cos I am a Salford fan
and I am republican
I know what I want and I know how to get it
I wanna behead ***** & ****
Cos IIIII wannaaa beeeeeee, at Salford rugbyyyy.

Stand up, if you love Salford etc etc
Sit down, if you love Salford.

When I see the Salford, I go right outta my head,
I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough.
It's all the things you do to me and all the things you say,
I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough.
We slip and slide up the Super League
And I just can't seem to get enough of
S-A-LFORD S-A-LFORD S-A-LFORD.
Sal-ford rug-by
S-A-LFORD S-A-LFORD S-A-LFORD.
Sal-ford rug-by

And if the FC crowd don't mind, this friday we may hear;

WooooooooOOOOOOOOAH, WooooooooooooAH
WooooooooOOOOOOOOAH, WooooooooooooAH
We love you. We love you. We love
Wooooah, Salford. Salford. Salford
We love you. We love you. We love
Wooooah, Salford. Salford. Salford

(Tune off of Sister Act)

We're going to Catalan, you're going to Matalan na na na na.

Oh way, oh way oh way oh way, Salford, Salford.

Mick mack mic mack Mick Mctigue Mick Mctigue Mick Mctigue.

Right side right side give us a song.

Paul Highton, Paul Highton, Paul Highton, Paul Highton na na na na na............

ooh Ahh Panapa say ooh ah Panapa.

follow follow follow
cos the salford are going to Barrow
While the rest are in france
Where they'll sing and they'll dance
Because the salford are going to Barrow

When we were relegated

Folllow follow follow
Cos the salford are going to Barrow
They'll be thousands of Reds
All vexed out of their heads
Cos the salford are going to Barrow...

Dirty Ol Town

Matchstalk Men

Hmm. It'll be interesting to see/hear how many varients of our Willows songsheet appear over the rest of the season from other teams supporters?

Bobby, "Salford City Reds" is a syllable short of a tune... 7 syllables needed for that line mate.

back atcha.

Manamana ma Mark Moran,
manamana ma Mark Moran,
manamana Ma Mark Moran, Moran, Moran, Moran,
manama Mark Moran

Dan Holdsworth wo wo wo wo he's from Austraila he's better than MYLER

Can we play you every week

you are my Salford

who's that coming over the hill is it a mountain no it's Korkidas

Mick mac mick mac mick mactigue mick mactigue mick mactigue

with a packet of sweets farrell is the wigan p---------

judas judas judas (c*ley,robinson,betts,mcavoy,) etc etc

Ow lanky lanky lanky lanky lanky lanky Lancashire

ow when the reds go marchin in

we forgot that you were here

we can see you sneeking out

monkey noise 70's/80's

your only here to see the salford

your not famous anymore

It's nice to know your here

Alan hunte is a rugby genius

he sold your ground he sold your ground (swinton)

(insert ground) is falling down falling down

Tesco own your ground

we don't want your pie and peas

can you sing without a drum (wire,wigan,leeds,bulls)

I wanna go home

there on the dole all the scousers are on the dole

stapo stapo stapo he's the best effing forward we know

jonny wilshere is a red is a red is a red he hates leythers

we're and we know we are

we're and we're beating you

we're not very good we're not very good

whats it like to score a try

what a load of rubbish

we're not getting nilled

red army red army

Wilky wilky wilky

God no. It's sh**e and it's been over done. We need to get back to originality at the Willows.

Having said that, the first of these ain't too original.



Jim, Jim, Jimmy Lowes, you're a f*****g c**t, Jim, Jim, Jimmy Lowes, you're a f*****g c**t...

There was a "Hey Myler" song to the tune of Lyler by Oasis... But I can't remember the words, despite coming up with it in the first place. Yorkshire Red can remember it though, normally.

Hello, hurray, what a nice day for the Broughton rifles, Broughton rifles.

"He's got bird s**t in his hair..." I can't remember which Saints player copped for this in a Challenge Cup tie at the Willows in 2003 due to a dodgy bit of highlighting.

Varying takes on the "Viva Ken Barlow" song.

Hello, hello, we are the b[size=50.[/sizearm cake boys, and if you are a muffin man surrender or you'll die, we all know it's a b[size=50.[/sizearm cake.

We're into barms, you're inter-bred.

Oh Station Road is full of homes (can't remember the full version).

I've probably missed loads out...

Hello hello we are the Crompton Boys and if you are a Deano fan surrender or you'll die we all follow the Crompton.

Mal's going down on a city fan tonight.

Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal Mal Mal Mal Mal Mal...

Viva Kato Star, faster than a car and a jaguar, viva Kato Star.

Viva Ken Barlow, knows Norris Cole, GT's on the dole, viva Ken Barlow.

This is how it feels to be Leythers, this is how it feels to be sad, this is how it feels when your sister's sh*gging your dad, sh*gging your dad...

"You're going home in a speedboat/life boat" to Yorkshire teams.

And don't forget to add 'hoy' into any song at every available opportunity. Preferably just after a performance art piece. Hoy. x

What?

I just can't get enough

1 2 3 4 5 6


Sal-Ford ci-ty Reds
1 2 3 4 5 ~ 6


Numbers are the beat and ~ is the slide

Mark Edmondson. Who later played for Salford, of course.

Now I remember.

Even the Saints fans were laughing at that one.

I've sneaked into the Shed a few times as a neutral, last time I was there was a year or so ago and there were all sorts of variants of that "[insert name here wherever you may be......" like the Park, Park wherever you may be song at United, and one of the verses went 'yer wife's a slag, she takes it up the...." but I don't know the rest of the words, does anybody else?

Mark Edmonton played? He lay on our physio treatment table a lot does that count as playing?

Chico? whats the end goal in all of this cos there's plenty more to add to 'The Ultimate Willows Songsheet'

Also I'm starting to doubt whether any other club could compete with us?