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The seems to have gone from middle class to Old Etonian very quickly.

 

Yep. The chants aren't giving adequate expression to the essentially aspirational and somewhat gauche petty snobbery of the middle classes.

 

If you haven't got an au pair you're a ****

If you haven't got an au pair you're a ****

If you haven't got an au pair

Haven't got an au pair

Haven't got an au pair

you're a ****

 

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Toxteth O'Grady

 

Francis McGarvey's betrothed is a courtesan.

 

I doth my Cap to you.

 

 

Andrew Walker you like to pleasure yourself.

You like to pleasure yourself.

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He's of the homosexual persuasion (which is fine by us),

He's of the homosexual persuasion (my best friend is a lesbian)

His posterior is available on a BTL mortgage

Michael Weir, Michael Weir

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Good day, Good day, we are a group of strapping young chaps from the Gorgie area of West Edinburgh.

 

Good day, Good day, you'll be aware of our presence which will be characterised by a cacophony of sound.

 

We are trudging at a depth of circa a foot and a half through the red plasma of our religiously challenged rivals, Give in, we declare, or you'll be what for.

 

For we are indeed from the aforementioned area of Edinburgh and the followers of the leader of the glorious revolution from the late 17th century!

Fantastic :D

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Applaud, applaud.

Applaud, applaud, applaud.

Applaud, applaud, applaud, applaud.

Tartes a la confiture de framboises.

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J Cheever Loophole

Francis McGarvey's betrothed is a courtesan.

This, old chap, is indeed a piece of artistic wordplay which truely encompasses the very essence of this Topper of a thread!

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The seems to have gone from middle class to Old Etonian very quickly.

 

Indeed. Must be a right bunch of peasants on here if this is what folk think "middle class people" speak like.

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You are destined to be the recipient of multiple cranial contusions resulting from liberal application of one's Napoleons.

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One Christian nade, eats Micky ds from his Ferrari

 

 

You must of came in a limo, came in a limo

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Creepy Lurker

 

 

Indeed. Must be a right bunch of peasants on here if this is what folk think "middle class people" speak like.

 

It's not even like they have them talking like posh people do either. It's almost as if people think the middle class speak Shakespearean English. Weird.

 

Who ate all the quinoa. There's one that actually works.

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J Cheever Loophole

Ye can stick yer feckin Waitrose up yer arse. That'll keep the UKIPers sweet.

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Eat bananas, with your feet,

Eat bananas with your feet,

Eat bananas ,eat bananas,

Eat bananas with your feet.

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tommythejambo

You're going home in an NHS ambulance.

 

I laughed.

 

One of the few that stuck to the theme instead of just using big words.

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We despise the vaccine given to children against Haemophilus influenzae serotype B minigitisk

They make us vomit or otherwise cast out by the mouth

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Craig Gordons Gloves

What an astonishingly low number of spectators in your sporting arena

What an astonishngly ow number of spectators in your sporting arena

 

We are aware that you are leaving surreptitiously and not wishing to be noticed

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Say What Again

While doffing my cap in the general direction of some contributers, there's one I've always felt fits the OP.

 

'You're not fit to referee'

 

What happened to ******* in the black chants? 'Youre not fit to referee'. Truly awful. That's a comment at a Heriots rugger match

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King Of The Cat Cafe

Oh referee! You are the usually challenged product of fornication that occurred outside the sanctity of marriage.

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I went to a Queens Park game a few years ago at Hampden. Late on they were winning 2-1 and their winger had the ball. Instead of running at the full back he turned and played a safe ball inside, prompting some of the locals to give him stick.

 

A guy four or five rows behind us turned to face these angry chaps and shouted "He didn't want to take him on lest he might lose possession and put the team under pressure!".

 

He was quite right.

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I went to a Queens Park game a few years ago at Hampden. Late on they were winning 2-1 and their winger had the ball. Instead of running at the full back he turned and played a safe ball inside, prompting some of the locals to give him stick.

 

A guy four or five rows behind us turned to face these angry chaps and shouted "He didn't want to take him on lest he might lose possession and put the team under pressure!".

 

He was quite right.

 

Excellent use of the subjunctive mode to convey information related to a hypothetical situation. Fairly uncommon in English grammar but still used extensively in the romance languages of Spanish, French and Italian.

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chuck berrys hairline

Where's our bottles

Where's our bottles

Where's our bottles of Chardonnay!!

 

We're going up

We're going down

It's going up brown town

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I laughed.

 

One of the few that stuck to the theme instead of just using big words.

 

Ah stop moaning and pull up a thesaurus, the water's not inclement!

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In your mid terraced maisonettes

You look in your American Style fridge for something to eat

You find a packet of Quorn and think it's a treat.

In your mid terraced maisonettes.

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In your Easter Road slums

In your Easter Road slums

You rake in the recycling for something to eat

You find a dead rat and you think it its a treat

In your Easter Road slums

 

Oh, hang on. Does this mean that we are a middle class club?

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If nothing else this thread has taught me the word "onanist"

 

 

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Ha! I had to look it up as well. Not a word I have ever had to use before now.

 

Be using it on Sunday though!!!!

 

" awaaaay ya ******* Onanist"!

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Oh Edinburgh is wonderful, Oh Edinburgh is wonderful

Apart from the poorer outlying areas of the city

Oh Edinburgh is wonderful.

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Do you know where hell is?

Hell is Easter Road.

Heaven is an aspirational concept

To suffocate the proles.

 

Hahahaha!

 

Genius! And politically "spot on"!

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jack D and coke
Good day, Good day, we are a group of strapping young chaps from the Gorgie area of West Edinburgh.

 

Good day, Good day, you'll be aware of our presence which will be characterised by a cacophony of sound.

 

We are trudging at a depth of circa a foot and a half through the red plasma of our religiously challenged rivals, Give in, we declare, or you'll be what for.

 

For we are indeed from the aforementioned area of Edinburgh and the followers of the leader of the glorious revolution from the late 17th century!

:rofl: that's excellent mate that's tickled me this morning!

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The People's Chimp

Do you know where hell is?

Hell is Easter Road.

Heaven is an aspirational concept

To suffocate the proles.

 

:lol:

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Andrew Gilbert Wauchope

To gaze upon the Heart of Midlothian Football Club

We'd even pay our Polish builder to dig a tunnel under the Channel

Or go afloat

On one's yacht - it's really more of a gin palace, darling

And tie our Hermes scarves around a really rather charming bottle of Sancerre

 

We really have no time to concern ourselves with players

From what I believe is known euphemistically as "abroad"

Like that Italian chap, the Polish fellow and that other Italian johnny

 

When we're having an agreeable week in the South of France or possibly Tuscany

The Hibs will be in .... urgh ..... Portobello.

 

I get the feeling that our middle class aspirations differ markedly, old chap.

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hurrah hurrah its from edinburgh we belong

hurrah hurrah one should know us by our noise

 

we are all singing this song to collectively keep us warm

however we are the gorgie chaps, boys!

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