Lyrics

This page contains all the lyrics to Kev’s “Fan Fayre for the Commons People” CD. If you don’t support Derby, beware, they may offend!   🙂

Commons People

He came from Forest with a reputation
For eating pies and never trying too hard (tub of lard)
One good game out of every seven
The Forest fans cried gleefully when he came
And then in 4 derbies time they said

We want to live like Commons people
We want to do whatever Commons people
Want to drink like Commons people
Want to watch him take games right out of view
What else could I do? I said I’ll see what I can do

We took him to the City Ground yeah
Where Forest fans all said that he’d hide away (on that day)
The Florist fans said we’ve got no money
We just laughed and said “you’re so funny”
Then we scored -I can’t see any Reds smiling

We said – We want to live like Commons people
We want to do whatever Commons people
Want to drink like Commons people
Want to watch him take games right out of view
But they didn’t understand, They just cried and left the stands

Call him judas all you like – cos he makes Forest look shite
Should have offered him some more, Cos now it’s us that see him score
And you’ll never get it right ,Cos when you’re laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you still had Kris he could, come and fix it all

You’ll never live like Commons people
You’ll never do what Commons people do
You’ll never cheer like Commons People
We’ll never watch our team slide out of view
And dance and drink , and screw – cos there’s nothing else to do
(He plays on the left, he plays on the right
that boy Kris Comons makes Forest look shite)

Sing along with the Commons People
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the Commons people
Laugh along even though they’re laughing at you
And the stupid things you do, Because you think that trees are cool

Sing along with the Commons People x7

Lyrics by Addison’s a Monster a.k.a. Andy Ryan

Derby Pride

Derby County
Play with Cloughies pride
Derby County
With your father by your side

We’ve been waiting since 1974
For justice to be done
For this sleeping giant to roar

And that little boy beside him
would soon become a man
Step into his father’s shoes
and lead the mighty rams

Derby County
Play with Cloughies pride
Derby County
With your father by your side

Do you recall the Popside
Hector, Hinton and Mackay?
We’d Shake the Baseball ground
by singing “Derby til I die”

Well Pride park takes the legacy
With the countries finest fans
And Nigel clough will lead us
C’MON THE MIGHTY RAMS

Derby County
Play with Cloughies pride
Derby County
With your father by your side

So many years of waiting
Pretenders to the throne
But now we’re celebrating
Cos Cloughie’s coming home!

Derby County
Play with Cloughies pride
Derby County
With your father by your side

Music and Lyrics © Kev Moore 2009

We’ll always be the Derby

Born in 1884, Right after the Boer War
‘88 we helped to build the Football league

Harry Newbould Jimmy Methven Cecil Potter Stu MacMillan
Ted Magner Jack Barker Harry Storer leave

Steve Bloomer and the “B’s” Gallacher takes second place
Charlton extra time 4-1 and doing fine
Gypsy curse, bad to worse, ‘53 leave the first
Third division beckoning, syonara, goodbye

We’ll always be the Derby
Since the league was started and we won’t be parted
We’ll always be the Derby
And we’ll keep on winning with the fans all singing

Tim Ward had it tough, passed the reins to Brian Clough
What a fella!  put the mighty Rams on top
Roy Mac, Archie G, Hector, Hinton, Hennessy
Dave Mackay, Colin Todd – Solid as a rock

Boulton first seen, now we’ve got a winning team
First Division ‘69 Finished fourth the first time
Spartak, Benfica, all of Europe coming here
Bitter taste –  what disgrace, trouble with the “Juves”

CHORUS

Dave Mackay’s what it took, Suffered “Real” bad luck
“Longson out!” – we all shout, Cloughies legend there’s no doubt
Call the Doc – 2 years on-  ‘80 and going down
Third division Suicide -what for 1985?

Two seasons Arthur Cox turns the tide and stops the rot
Second tier, better show, won it at the first go
Fifth in 1989 Shilton, Saunders doin’ fine
UEFA pandemonium cos of Heysel Stadium

CHORUS

Maxwell blackened name, leaves the “Lady Ghislaine”
Derby, teetering, bought by Lionel Pickering
Record signing-mania following our failure
Roy Mac comes back, Fester city, soon sacked
Jim Smith, Stimac, Second place and we’re back
Premier league- I’m blown away – what else do I have to say?

CHORUS

Finish 12th, like a dream, Steve McClaren on the scene
Baiano, Eranio two good seasons here we go
Seemed like we were doing fine, terror on the decline
Bald eagle on his own, one above the drop zone

Gregory, Burley, bought by Peter Gadsby
Phil Brown, nearly down , saved by Terry Westley
Billy Davies play- off show, betrayed after that though
Money mess, must confess – blame the three amigos!

CHORUS

Premier season of doom, one win in a blue moon
Davies on his bike and now the Jewell don’t shine
Tacky tabloid exposé, cannot get the team to play
Jewell has lost the dressing room, GSE a fortune

Adam Pearson ‘09 Derby make the headlines
Nigel Clough, has the stuff, management the players love
Commons, Teale, Savage too they all want to play for you
Derby pass it on the floor, you wont beat us anymore!

CHORUS

©  Kev Moore 2009

The Co-Op Cow

Meet me beneath the CO-OP Cow
Round about quarter to 10
I know we’ve had problems, I know we’ve had rows
But red neon will light us again

I’d spent my last wages on half melted chocolates
And nicked some wild daffys down Markeaton park
But she still wouldn’t give me the time of the day
So I’m stumped as to handling this romantic lark

We’ve had halves down the Blessos, and I shot some pool
I took her down Sadlergate, bought a kebab
But the fairer sex seems to confuse as a rule
So she legged it when I called a cab

Meet me beneath the CO-OP Cow
Round about quarter to 10
I know we’ve had problems, I know we’ve had rows
But red neon will light us again

The last chance saloon, as I walked up the Morledge
She’d finally agreed to meet up in the town
I waited, and waited, ’til the clock said 5 after
As the Derbyshire rain soaked
The loneliest man in the town

Now I’ll stay out the Blessos, I’ll never play pool
And you’ll never find me down old Sadlergate
Well the Co-op Cow’s big girl, but you are a bigger one
I’m down Pride Park with me mates

Meet me beneath the CO-OP Cow
Round about quarter to 10
I know we’ve had problems, I know we’ve had rows
But red neon will light us again

© Kev Moore Music and lyrics 2009

Can’t Let Savage go!

He makes us laugh
He makes us cry
With a twinkle in his eye

It flies like a bird in the sky
It twirls like a bird
its the scarf of black and white

He acts so absurd, but me oh my
I’ve seen the light
Now I know, we cant let Savage go

He’s been here
and he’s been there
Silly grin
And long blonde hair

But he twirls the Derby scarf
In the faces of the reds
Twirls the black n white
and they wish that they were dead

Rediscovering his form, a man reborn
Now I know… We cant let Robbie go

There were those said his legs of gone
He nearly went to the Lebanon

But now he twirls black and white in the sky
High above his head with a touch of Derby pride
And he’s setting the team alight
And we know, We can’t let Savage go

Lyrics © Kev Moore 2009

The Tealinho Mambo

Tealinho – that’s what we call him now
Better than Robinho – but we’re not sure how

Now hes overcome with latin flair
Always finds a space that wasn’t there
See the ball go gliding through the air

Send it on to Hulse’s waiting head
now we kill the opposition dead
And we wonder what has Cloughie said?

CHORUS
We love to see tealinho on the ball
He doesn’t look like Gary Teale at all
With a different name he’ll change the game

In the old days, he couldn’t get picked
Hit a barn door, maybe one out of six
Now he’s got the opposition beat
And he’s dancing to a latin beat
Never seen him cross the ball so sweet

Cloughie sprinkled on some magic dust
Now to start him in the team’s a must
We thought his career had bit the dust

CHORUS
..but a different name can win the game

Señor – who is this Gary Teale?
Does he play for Boca Juniors?……NO
Does he play for de River Plate?….NO
Does he play for Santiago?………….NO
does he play for Real Madrid?……..NO
NO! He is Tealinho – he play for Derbee Counteee!!!
AY! CARAMBA!

Tealinho…better than Robinho

Lyrics & Music © Kev Moore

The Derby Ram

As I was going to Derby upon a Market Day
I spied the biggest Ram sir that ever was fed on hay
And all the boys from Derby came begging for its eyes
To kick around Pride Park sir, cause they were football sized

And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
And if you’d have been in Derby
you’d ‘ ve seen the same as I

If you go down to Derby upon a Saturday
You’ll see the finest team, sir thats every been known to play

And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow derby until the day I die

These Rams of which I speak sir, lived at the Baseball ground
For a hundred years and two, sir
Til a new ground could be found

And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow Derby until the day I die

And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow Derby until the day I die

That Ram is now worn proudly upon the Derby shirt
And the Derby team you face lads
Will cause a world of hurt

And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow Derby until the day I die

And now my song is over, I’ve nothing more to say
With Commons, Porter Hulse and Green
The Rams are on their way!

And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow Derby until the day I die
And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow Derby until the day I die
And indeed lads, its true lads
I’ve never been known to lie
Cos I will follow Derby until the day I die

Lyrics © Kev Moore 2009

The Derby County Blues

It’s early Friday morning, the sun is coming up
I’m stood outside the bookies, I’m here to try my luck
They say this game’s a tough one, but I’ll give it my best shot
4-0 down and losin’, never seen the Spurs so hot

O lord, what am I gonna do
I’m stood here with my head down
Save me from the Derby County blues

First I pulled out a fiver I’d had a golden tip
A man I know in Anfield said that Liverpool had dipped
I think it was a wind-up and I was non too pleased
The six the reds put past us were easy as the breeze

O lord, which club should I choose?
I’m a Ramsfan ’til I die, boys
But save me from the Derby County blues

Somebody score more!

Well I started out with 3 grand, now 2 of them are lost
We’ve got one long Premier season as we’ve found to our cost
I know what I am doing, but I feel such a louse
If I don’t back the Rams to lose I’ll have to sell my house

O lord, what am I gonna do
Lets throw out the deadwood
Save me from the Derby County blues

I had to sell my season ticket, got a tenner for my shirt
I’m prayin that we’re losin’ and I’m in a world of hurt
It’s a grand back for a tenner, If I win this I’m in luck
Then the Rams go beat Newcastle and I feel like such a schmuck

O lord, what am I gonna do
I’ll be back in church next Sunday
Save me from the Derby County blues

Lyrics © Kev Moore 2009

It Must be Clough

I never thought we’d need you, half as much, as we do
But after that awful season, I think it’s clear, that we do.
As soon as I wake up, every night, every day
A goal maybe two I need, to take the blues away

It must be Clough, Clough, Clough
It must be Clough, Clough, Clough
CloughIes here, keep the rest, Clough is the best!

You’ve only been here five minutes
And you’ve turned the whole team around
Commons and Teale and Savage
Are now the toast of the ground

Well I’ve got to cheer you every night  every day
Cos you’ve turned the season round and taught the team to play

CHORUS X2

Aaah likes his football on the floor -hear the 30,000 roar!
Feelin’ good I’m flying high – I love Derby ’til i die!

As soon as I wake up, every night every day
I know that it’s true I see we’re in for brighter days

CHORUS X2

Lyrics © Kev Moore 2009

Steve Bloomer’s (still) Watching

Our history’s full of legends
and football played on high
Raich Carter, Peter Doherty
you shouldve seen them fly
now we all just love football
but will we lift the crown
the noise goes up
the rams come out
onto the hallowed ground

Steve Bloomer’s watching
helping the fight
guiding our heroes in
the black and the white
all teams who come ere
theres nowhere to hide
everyone is frightened
of that derby pride

the Rams just play football
that make our hearts so proud
Mc Farland and Hector
were names to thrill the crowd
and if you love or hate us
just wait until we score
the ball goes in the stands light up
and how the mighty roar

Steve Bloomers watching
helping them fight
guiding our heroes in
the black and the white
all teams who come ere
theres nowhere to hide
everyone is frightened
of that Derby pride

Steve Bloomers watching
helping them fight
guiding our heroes in
the black and the white
all teams who come ere
theres nowhere to hide
everyone is frightened
of that Derby pride

the rams are a coming
there out there to win
playin like fury
they won’t let em in

Steve Bloomer’s watching
helping the fight
guiding our heroes in
the black and the white
all teams who come ere
theres nowhere to hide
everyone is frightened
of that Derby pride

Wooly Bully

uno, dos, one, two, tres quatro!
Wooly Bully!

Oh, I went to watch Derby, play the Mighty Finns
We were on course, for a record win

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

Ah, the man next to me, had to take a slash
a few minutes later, back to my side he dashed

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

uno, dos, one, two, tres quatro!
Wooly Bully!

Well the guy said to me, “mate, what’ve I missed?”
I said “we knocked 7 more in, while you were having a piss!”
He said “Oh no! ”  (Too bad – shoulda brought a bottle)

On a Sat’dee in the 70’s, down at  the Baseball Ground
the Leeds and Derby faithful, outside the ground were found

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

Well a Copper on horseback, let his nag drop a load
And the Derby faithful, scraped it off the road

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

uno, dos, one, two, tres quatro!
Wooly Bully!

Lobbing brown projectiles, with all our might
we covered the Leeds fans in a shower of shite

(Well, if the crap fits…)
(..is that why they call them The Dirties?)

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

(you won’t see THAT in the Damned United!)

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully

uno, dos, one, two, tres quatro!
Wooly Bully!

Lyrics © Kev Moore from stories by John”Eddie” Sanders and Paul Kernow

Nothinghamshire

♪♪ Who let the red dogs out?♪♪

♪♪Nothinghamshire
Oh Rams felling trees in the east
My desire is always to win here
In Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Twelve miles we’ve travelled
And mulch have we seen
Hulse, Nyatanga,Commons
Davies, Green
Black and white chainsaws
The woodland on fire
As Nige carried us home from
Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Nothinghamshire
Oh Rams felling trees in the east
My desire is always to win here
In Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Sheep to Snottingham
On trains, foot and tyre
It’s February
Two thousand and nine
Two nights we sang like
A heavenly choir
Of the time of our lives
Here in Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Nothinghamshire
Oh Rams felling trees in the east
My desire is always to win here
In Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Smiles in the Bridgford
The Trent End in pain
Groans in the Brian Clough
Tears in the Main
Flickering embers glowed
Higher and higher
As Nige carried us home from
From Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Nothinghamshire
Oh Rams felling trees in the east
My desire is ‘Stihl’ to cut logs here
Oh Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪Nothinghamshire
Oh Rams felling trees in the east
My desire is always to win here
In Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Shottinghamshire♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Not-in-game-pyre♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Shottinghamshire♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Nothinghamshire♪♪

♪♪La, la, la, liars
Nothinghamshire♪♪

(…this is romeo delta oscar to base,
the disturbance is contained,
We are the Derby, over…)

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