Saint Billy Posted 23 September, 2008 Share Posted 23 September, 2008 (edited) Our Rupert, who art in the boardroom, Lowe be thy name. Thy administration come, thy will be done, on St Marys as it is in Luton Give us this day our daily defeat. And forgive us our protesters, as we forgive you who protest against us. And lead us not into administration, but deliver us from your evil. For thine is no longer your kingdom, the power and the glory will be gone forever and ever. Amen Anyone else! Edited 23 September, 2008 by Saint Billy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Isla Wight Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 Another Rout Lowe Out Can't be bothered thinking up anything else Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johnny Bognor Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 Our Rupert, who art in the boardroom, Lowe be thy name. Thy administration come, thy will be done, on St Marys as it is in Luton Give us this day our daily defeat. And forgive us our protesters, as we forgive you who protest against us. And lead us not into administration, but deliver us from your evil. For thine is no longer your kingdom, the power and the glory will be gone forever and ever. Amen Anyone else! Hail St Mary's, Full of Grace, The Lowe is with thee. Blessed art thou among football stadia, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Matty. Holy St Mary's, Mother of Le God, pray for us supporters now, and at the hour of our club's death. Amen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saint lard Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 St marys had a little man, his name was rupert Lowe, and everywhere Rupert went, Micheal Wilde was sure to go. He followed him to training one day, which was against the rule, it made the players and manager laugh, to see such a couple of tools. And so the manager turned him out, but still Mike lingered near, and waited patiently about, till Rupert did appear. "What makes Mike love Rupert so?" The playing staff did cry, "why,they are both here to protect their assets" and that's the reason why. Ok,it's not a prayer,it's a nursery rhyme. I would like to thank my son for the loan of his book. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
exit2 Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 Our Rupert, who art in the boardroom, Lowe be thy name. Thy administration come, thy will be done, on St Marys as it is in Luton Give us this day our daily defeat. And forgive us our protesters, as we forgive you who protest against us. And lead us not into administration, but deliver us from your evil. For thine is no longer your kingdom, the power and the glory will be gone forever and ever. Amen Anyone else! LMAO Thats great Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benjii Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 Administration to administration. Dust to dust. He entered this club with nothing, and he will leave with nothing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trousers Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We got some work to do now! Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We need some help from you now. Come on Scooby-Doo, I see you... pretending you got a sliver But you're not fooling me, cause I can see, the way you shake and shiver. You know we got a mystery to solve, so Scooby Doo be ready for your act. Don't hold back! And Scooby Doo if you come through you're gonna have yourself a scooby snack! That's a fact! Scooby-Dooby-Doo, here are you. You're ready and you're willin'. If we can count on you Scooby Doo, I know we'll catch that villian. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Badger Posted 24 September, 2008 Share Posted 24 September, 2008 I recall on the old S4E board at the time of the Wigley experiment,someone coining the phrase "Rupert,the father,Rupert,the son ,and Rupert the holy coach". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saint Billy Posted 24 September, 2008 Author Share Posted 24 September, 2008 I recall on the old S4E board at the time of the Wigley experiment,someone coining the phrase "Rupert,the father,Rupert,the son ,and Rupert the holy coach". Thats the spirit! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LestWeForget Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eurosaint Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... That'l take some beating ! LOL Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mole1 Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Twinkle Twinkle Rupert Lowe How i wish you'd ****ing go You were useless first time round Now you've got any empty ground Twinkle Twinkle Rupert Lowe Get the message cheerio You put your left leg in Your left leg out In out In out you shake it all about You do the okey kokey and you turnabout Thats what Wildes all about And the board is crap and the team shi*e what a ****ing shocking sight a shocking sight Incey Wincey Rupert went up the water spout Down came Mike Wilde and washed the Rupert out Out came Mike Wilde and dried up all the rain And Incey Wincey Rupert went up the spout again Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saint Billy Posted 25 September, 2008 Author Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... Brilliant! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Badger Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... Get that onto CD pretty quick. Proceeds to charity or Save Our Saints... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SaintRichmond Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... That is absolutely FANTASTIC my friend Problem is, Lowe will view it as a "Fun Thing" from one of his Customers I used to think ****s had their uses ....... but Lowe has dispelled that theaory ........ and his personnal Tampax Chum Wilde Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gordon Mockles Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Our Rupert, who art in the boardroom, Lowe be thy name. Thy administration come, thy will be done, on St Marys as it is in Luton Give us this day our daily defeat. And forgive us our protesters, as we forgive you who protest against us. And lead us not into administration, but deliver us from your evil. For thine is no longer your kingdom, the power and the glory will be gone forever and ever. Amen Anyone else! That's really funny. Well done! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saint Billy Posted 25 September, 2008 Author Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... The more I read and sing this the better it gets. Could you imagine this being sung at St Marys all in unison, difficult I know but what a crack! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
team-saint Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 funny Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LestWeForget Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 I have another one running around in my head.... but... Double Gloucester??? Agadoo.... Rupert Lowe-Lowe-Lowe, sell a player, shaft the team Rupert Lowe-Lowe-Lowe, sell a player, that we need On the left, on the right, through the middle we're too young If it gets any worse, relegation here we come .... then I get lost... might need some alcoholic brain loosener.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thorpe-le-Saint Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 Hail St Mary's, Full of Grace, The Lowe is with thee. Blessed art thou among football stadia, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Matty. Holy St Mary's, Mother of Le God, pray for us supporters now, and at the hour of our club's death. Amen I think that is quality! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thorpe-le-Saint Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 FAO Lestweforget. I reckon if you could condense your version of 'Bo rap' (somehow) then that would definatly be sung. Some of those lines are quality, my favourite is, "Rupert, oooooo, I don't want Saints to die, I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LestWeForget Posted 25 September, 2008 Share Posted 25 September, 2008 FAO Lestweforget. I reckon if you could condense your version of 'Bo rap' (somehow) then that would definatly be sung. Some of those lines are quality, my favourite is, "Rupert, oooooo, I don't want Saints to die, I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all" Trouble is, Bo Rap is one hell of a tough one to condense... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HedgeEnder Posted 26 September, 2008 Share Posted 26 September, 2008 Lowehemian Rhapsody! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
davefoggy Posted 26 September, 2008 Share Posted 26 September, 2008 Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy? Club's on a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the stands and see I'm just a Saints fan, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Michael Wilde, Rupert Lowe Anyway the team plays, doesn't really matter to thee, to thee Rupert, just sold a man Put a price upon his head Came a fire sale, now we're dead Rupert, season's just begun But now you've gone and thrown it all away Rupert, ooo Didn't mean to make us cry If we're not back again this time on saturday Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, your time has come Sends shivers down my spine Saints are losing all the time Goodbye everybody - We've got to go Gotta leave you all behind, please face the truth Rupert, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want Saints to die I sometimes wish you'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Rupert Lowe, Rupert Lowe will you do the fandango Rotherham and Luton - very very frightening teams Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo's not a player - did you think so? But I'm just a Saints fan and nobody loves me He's just a Saints fan from a poor family Spare him this crap from this God-awful team Easy come easy go - So says Rupert Lowe Bismillah! No - You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Bismillah! You really have to go - let him go Really have to go - let him go (please) Really have to go - let him go Really got to go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let him go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for Lowe For Lowe For Lowe So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can tell me you're going to try Oh Rupert- can't do this to me Rupert Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to Lowe The relegation wind blows... genius!!! clearly you have too much time on your hands, get back to work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LestWeForget Posted 26 September, 2008 Share Posted 26 September, 2008 My second offering ... as all sequels, probably not as good as the original ... To the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel : We're almost bottom of the league Suffer We're not like anybody else Suffer We've got a Rupert Lowe in charge oh God But we will come to a place Where the only thing we feel Is relegation in our face And all Saints fans will have to Suffer You used to call us paranoid Suffer But even you cannot avoid Suffer You turned the team into your private toy Now here you are with your grin And your Peter Pan advice You have no cash in your pot And you love to see us Suffer Michael Wilde and Rupert Lowe No cash, No brain What do you know? All your life is CBBC Sesame Street What does it mean? (I'll tell you what it means) Suffer Suffer We need some help, we need some cash Suffer We need investment or we'll crash Suffer I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are in the stand With that same smug stupid grin Your head is buried in the sand And all the true fans have to Suffer Suffer All your life is shooting the duck hockey and gin Who gives a ****? Suffer I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are with your grin And your Peter Pan advice You have no cash in your pot And you love to see us Suffer Suffer Suffer One, two, three, nil Suffer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WealdSaint Posted 26 September, 2008 Share Posted 26 September, 2008 Rupert had a football club Nothing would it bear He kept on changing managers Like he didn’t care Wilde came in and sacked him Tried it on his own Hired lots of parasites The ran of crying home Crouchey tried to run things While the Scotsman Drunk SISA came and offered To buy up all the junk Wilde & Rupert made up Sent poor Crouchey home Sacked Nigel Pearson And made the fans all moan We then got total football And a team of boys Now that were losing We’re throwing out the toys Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1976_Child Posted 26 September, 2008 Share Posted 26 September, 2008 Oh when the Lowe! Oh when the Lowe! Oh when the Lowe goes swaggering in He wants to big up his profits to make as much dosh as he can. -------- but my favourite: Swing Lowe...etc. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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