Fantastic end to the season, the lads worked hard all the way thru. Time to enjoy promotion and look forward again to challenge again next season.
UTFC
My brews gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got off the bog at all
Empty cans clog up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Hendo, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, sod it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'ma name her Hendo
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend poo himself over some club who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the Gola shorts that were endorsed by fat Sam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the tackles you did against Yeovil too, that lunge was bad!
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Mac
My brews gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got off the bog at all
The mounting cans clog up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Hendo, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's sad that you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your house
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for alter ego Matthew
That's my other me man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty crappy man, you're like his footy idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Dominoes, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mum and search for more beaver
I can relate to what your saying in the Fylde Gazette
So when I have a crappy day, I too fantasise about your wife Yvette
'Cause I don't really got much else so that pic helps where she's undressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across my chest
Sometimes I even punch myself to see how much I feel
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush my love is real
See everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My 4 girlfriend's are jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But they don't know you like I know you Hendo, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Mac
P.S. James Rodriguez is doing well at Everton
My eggs gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of jail at all
My morning glory clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the caravan right now, I'm doing 90 on the Fifa
Hey Hendo, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to do a Valderama?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm watching gone with the wind, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Hendo, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Hendo, shut up! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Hendo , that's my mum screamin' in my trunks
But I didn't wear her coat, I just tied her shoes up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she sings dire straits then we'll all suffer more, and probably all die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh crap, I forgot, we ain't got Chelsea until tomorrow!
My porridge has gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of my tent at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mac, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your mums pregnant now, jeez how old is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you wanted to share a flat
And here's an autograph for your alter ego Matthew, that's what I called my cat!
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the match, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that pass intentionally just to diss you
But what's this crap you said about you like to wear womens bras too?
I say that stuff is just clownin' dog, come on, how dirty are you?
You got some issues Mac, I think you need a cuppa
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you've had another upper
And what's this crap about us meant to be together?
That type of thing will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriends need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat them better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you love yourself too much which I agree your looking fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but mac
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as my man
I just don't want you to do some crazy things
I seen this one thing on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and took his harpoon to Stamford bridge
And had Wham playing loud with Nigel Ridge-ly
Playing in the car they found that tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was, it was.....
Damn!