Cory McNamara Posted November 21, 2017 Share Posted November 21, 2017 I have no good midfield skills And it doesn't matter I'm not a tremendous defender I'm the box penetrator Glasgow clubs Spread your goalposts I'm coming in As deep as the ball will go Can't shoot straight Better pass to my partner That's not a problem For the box penetrator Year 1987 (A.D.) The northern star had risen Your opinion about me? It really doesn't matter Nose bleeds? I don't care Scratches? I can't see 5 goals in 4 months? Now my middle finger rises Because, you know that Blood doesn't show on my maroon shirt That's what really matters It's 8 p.m. Twittor or twitter? I don't care Packs of green hibees are always there Like in Mortal Kombat they try to finish me I have to knock them with my mighty words With my dignity against their profanity There is no need for extra training here There is no such word as instability And that's what really matters In the digital net I will survive The box penetrator, I am So, have you come up with some conclusions? And before judging me Take a look inside your dirty mind That's what really matters Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kiwidoug Posted November 21, 2017 Share Posted November 21, 2017 Hibs, Hibs glorious Hibs, It's down at the Giro they bide, The talk o' the toon is a wee bag o' broon, And the welfare supports them wi' pride. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 Light Blue Eyes Irish soldier, rise Show barbarians a paradise Then, at the gates of Tartarus Reveal some truth for a barbarus Scottish soldier, rise Take all these red coats to hell For all the women's cries No more compromise No more foreign maze No more red claws on me My mind is forever free Hand in hand I go with my dignity Heart of Midlothian soldier, rise No more robbery from their side No more lies As a result No more titles No more insinuations Follow liquidation Follow total declassification Maybe a red fifth tier In sight for you I don't mind, to be honest When honesty is hardly something you have ever been known for Your political correctness means nothing It's fake and rotten When children are oppressed By your brutal laws It will never be forgotten The truth should be told Forever it's in our hearts Memories are not for sale We are masters of our land I just say no To a medieval law Dear Scotland Now it's your time to rise Just remove this old red stripe Off your tired light blue eyes Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Section Q Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 A Hobo who called himself Jock Was chuffed by the size of his c.ck 'Til he spotted a Jambo, hung like Rambo And crawled back under his rock. BOOM BOOM....! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ri Alban Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 Mary the Aberdeen fan, Had a little lamb, The doctors were amused. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Slim Stylee Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 For those of an older JKB generation there was a fantastic Doug poetry thread that sprung up on here. It was cryingly funny. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ri Alban Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 Hearti farti had a parti, all the farts were there. Tutti frutti done a beauti, and they all went out for air. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stephen Muddie Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 We ****ed them four nil This team of invincibles Like watching mallards Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ricardo Quaresma Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 We played the mhanks Sunday afternoon, Everyone thought that we would go doon, How'd they know we'd be talk o' the toon, But we were just lucky according to broon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strachsuit Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 On 11/5/2017 at 10:48, Gashauskis9 said: Little boy Moffat Sat on a tuffet Eating a caramel wafer He wrote to the liths, created some myths And now he’s laughed off as a slaver Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigC Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 There was a young ginger Hibs fellow, "My team are fantastic" he'd bellow, But they let in four goals, And he'll never get hole, 'Cos his teeth are all dirty and yellow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted December 20, 2017 Share Posted December 20, 2017 "This is my rifle There are many like it But this one is mine My rifle is my best friend It is my life I must master it As I must master my life Without me, my rifle is useless Without my rifle, I am useless" Here this cloud flying Above me I don't mind it Strong wind trying To hit me hard While all hope is dying Only the rain will wash This bloody tear away Even time stops here All the things I foresee This is my badge There are many like it But this heart shaped one is mine My badge is my best friend It is my life Without it, I am useless one Money spending era Takes no captives whatsoever Two million check is not enough For a young freak Why try so hard? When 4 or 5 in sight 5 or 6 rich clubs? Enough for some in charge Others wait in line For tiny crumbs Poor holds every chance and hope While rich reaches for trophies Shiny cups and money Here this cloud crying Above me I don't mind it High wind raging Bloody eyes staring Where even time stands still The rivers of blood I foresee "I am... In a world... Of Sheate" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mollo Posted December 20, 2017 Share Posted December 20, 2017 Wee Harry, Wee Harry is absent from his class But he’ll no be getting lines tae dae, He’s pumping Celtic in the ass! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted September 26, 2019 Share Posted September 26, 2019 Hibernian tube sounds so loud They are hot sh**, there is no fu** around Only Hickey knows how to end this cacophony Shot from the distance is enough for soulless phonies Paul Underbottom opens his mouth "We are hot sh**, no f****ng around!" Only Midlothians don't buy all this stuff Bury green asses with a powerful long shot I discovered recently We need to focus endlessly Aberdeen, St Mirren, troubles Maroon tube is louder than others Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Norm Posted October 3, 2019 Share Posted October 3, 2019 (edited) On 13/10/2017 at 20:25, Morgan said: I hope so. I hope someone can find the post. Found it. Although you need to register on the site now to read it. Edited October 3, 2019 by Normthebarman Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Future's Maroon Posted October 3, 2019 Share Posted October 3, 2019 😂😂😂 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alwaysthereinspirit Posted October 4, 2019 Share Posted October 4, 2019 Some call them the Jambos but mostly it’s Hearts They play down in Gorgie at Tynecastle Park Their favorites are heroes from daylight through dark They’ll always be our stars the players from the Hearts Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
highlandjambo3 Posted October 4, 2019 Share Posted October 4, 2019 On yonder hill there stood a dookit.............. its stilll there noo with some hibby Jakey living in it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudy T Posted October 4, 2019 Share Posted October 4, 2019 (edited) My old man said be a Hibs fan I said **** off bollox you’re a *****! Edited October 4, 2019 by Rudy T Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBigO Posted October 4, 2019 Share Posted October 4, 2019 Roses are red Violets are blue Neil Lennon's a **** Not in my usual meter, but says everything i want, which is the point surely. Btw, Zoltan should be pulled up, Mods. No place for that. Being serious. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBigO Posted October 4, 2019 Share Posted October 4, 2019 7 minutes ago, Rudy T said: My old man said be a Hibs fan I said **** off bollox you’re a *****! Superb. Not heard that for years. Needs a London accent. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morgan Posted October 4, 2019 Share Posted October 4, 2019 13 hours ago, Normthebarman said: Found it. Although you need to register on the site now to read it. Thanks! You took your time, what kept you? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Cory McNamara Posted October 14, 2019 Share Posted October 14, 2019 (edited) Alcohol-induced terror In the night... Under the bridge... I will attack With my speech "Hang yourself!", I'm writing Hang yourself! No denying Alcohol-induced terror Blood is boiling inside me Alcohol-induced terror Mental problems I will free All tabloids and yellow newspapers Will carry this bag full of crap All world's dirty laundry and my cameo Are the only things that they can take Honesty for them is error Good news they will never make Alcohol-induced terror Hypocrisy is the name of horse they ride Heart of Midlothian, survive! At the bottom of my bottle I can see the light Alcohol-induced terror Help me find the pride Will the walls embrace my writing? It's not my fault, can't you see? In my head I sing like tenor But who will ever hear? Hands are shaking, it's just a tremor Vomitous mass is near a tree Alcohol-induced terror Sets me free Edited October 14, 2019 by Cory McNamara Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tasavallan Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 Heart of Midlothian Rhymes with... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ron Burgundy Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 An arrogant man called Levein Had a record at Hearts quite obscene He should have been sacked But instead he was backed By a pensioner who thought she was queen. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1874robbo Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 3 minutes ago, Ron Burgundy said: An arrogant man called Levein Had a record at Hearts quite obscene He should have been sacked But instead he was backed By a pensioner who thought she was queen. Bravo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rolekeeper Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 There was a striker in the box, He's no there noo He must have got injured. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 He leaves no traces He has many faces Like Fantomas he wears a mask Yes, of course - he doesn't limit himself with the only one Be prepared, he leaves no traces Today he's a director Tomorrow he's a head coach It's not really a problem Even if he's a driver of an escalator He is a manager and scout too The highest unit in organization? He is a part of it, I tell you truth Another mask, another day, there's no remorse, you will obey Maybe he can change his form - some liquid metal Like T-1000 one With the main mission To kill us one by one It doesn't matter heart attack or hemorrhage He's in a solid form now His style of football is not from the modern age With razor sharp limbs his work begins He doesn't care about your brain damage Chops anything and anybody into pieces Brain cells are fading because of mindless carnage Killing machine with no signs of fear We only hope for a change Is this a bad dream or reality? Should we just wait the time where our squad is injury-free? So many questions, but who will answer? What if she wears a mask too? With hobo's face under I wonder, if my brain is just trying to freak me I better sleep or watch TV I check some channels This football team again I see, it is my nightmare Director of football and a head coach are in place And this is the same freaking face! It's too late and I have to rest, the final score I know I tell you truth; I grab a pillow and shut it off Before I transform myself into dreamer I take a look in the mirror Beard, this face is not mine - what the hell? Am I this guy with a master plan? We tied together like shoelaces You can't run from yourself I hear the voice inside, "You leave no traces" I am a part of the game I declare this to the world There's no a single place to hide From me, from her and what will be done Prepare yourself for liquidation I promise, there's no salvation Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leveins Battalion Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 This is a great thread!!🤣🤣 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coburg Hearts Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 On 04/10/2019 at 16:42, been here before said: Dr. Ritchie was my science teacher at Norton Park, and a staunch Hearts supporter. He would ask me to get him a ticket when I used to camp out all night at Tynecastle for all-ticket games. Didn't learn much science as he was more interested in talking about Hearts, or putting a newspaper over his head and having a nap, after setting us something to do. What a true character he really was, though I doubt he would get away with it nowadays. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted October 18, 2020 Share Posted October 18, 2020 Wheels of Justice I can't sleep that well, Just few hours in the daytime Revenge and anger are boiling, Bad thoughts in my head are so loud as a thunder Can't cope with this or just feel fine When some d-bags are acting like they're superpower Hearts are in the second tier I know the persons who should pay for this We don't deserve the abyss we are in With my best friend Chevy Caprice Classic We are ready to hunt down few bitches We don't afraid of bumps or even scratches Do you remember this one special club? They have a decent history and some trophies But have no brains Who would have thought about these phonies? They couldn't find their initial vote Then they've come with another Who cares about your debts? Solutions can't be found That's one of the reasons why our Hearts were dumped Let's turn on some heavy music I will find them, At least one of their kind Wheels of justice are near now With brutal force, passion and unhuman love We with my Chevy begin our ride Night-time Somehow I clearly see My anger heats me up All these infrared waves are not a problem for me I see this dirt bag, he is walking I can't forget, I can't forgive, especially such unholy Hot spots, like head and chest I can see and detect It's time to taste my revenge Blood is boiling 10-20 seconds Without lights on I'm coming, d-bag, I'm here for you That's for sure My steel partner is ready to hit and chew He's near a brick wall now and not that far Lights on, speed up, time for trauma Only pride and a total glory Chevy and I rip him in half His head has no apologies for living without a torso In fancy dance insides meet an asphalt Job's done, let's make another story Seeds of justice that's what we sow here My Chevy Caprice is like the Supreme Court for douchebags Without protocols, heavy feelings and speeches In the night with my friend We are hunting down bitches In a parking lot I see this "human being" Savior of football - that's how others call him In reality he's just an unholy with a paper heart and black blood His heartless decisions can shut down all ambitions White papers in his hand he shakes and smiles in your face Now your favorite team surfs on second-rate waves I watch this paper-hearted being from the distance No more bad news he will deliver Pieces of broken glass will be his crown Forever this parking lot is his throne He opens the door Now he's between it and the body of his car This is a huge opportunity for us to ram into Without lights on now Don't be afraid of scars, brute Sudden Death is almost here Perfect collision, brutal force It will be hard to find his fractured skull and nose His torso is twisted but legs are all right It's like he's doing himself from behind Death himself can't hide his smile Better leave this poor creature and fly No need for tombstone for the soulless reject When pieces of car's door and bones are the best option for that I look at my steel friend, we like a perfect crew The wing is not in a good shape Friend needs new bumper too My Chevy's hood is like a pitchfork now That's how I see it Solid and bloody steel frame instead of a bumper Future hit must be lethal Even after Death's arrival These d-bags leave their marks In form of blood spots and head's fluids My soul inside spits Trees grow slowly, but blood runs fast The final justice and our pride I think it's time for one more We don't regret No bad feelings we miss Another head is flying On the second floor now it hides So how does life look now for you from the second tier? We pulverize these parasites Bury them all night Even Death doesn't want to take them to the Underworld How can they find the way to Heaven with their paper hearts? My dear Friend, my Chevy, I adore you We are going home Your steel heart works for good I will present you new wings, bumper, hood and lights Our Hearts will be much stronger Death's hand I proudly shake The warmth of our souls I feel Justice, love and passion This is our salvation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3Y6UyRB_gk Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Craig_ Posted October 18, 2020 Share Posted October 18, 2020 Ron beat me to it, but hey ho: There once was a chap called Levein Who wanted to manage the team He finally got his wish But his team were pish And now he appears on Sportscene Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Locky Posted October 18, 2020 Share Posted October 18, 2020 A new season, another year older An Autumn start, a little bit colder A Friday night, under the lights Charlie Adams coupon, giving bairns a fright James McPake, the original grass Getting dry humped, from our gaffer with class Jack Hamilton, our dreams you still haunt Paul McGowan, why do you look so gaunt? Osman Sow, you might think you are Pele But really, you're just a poor man's Ginnelly Jordan McGhee, you wanted much more So did we, even at four Get it up you Dundee, you silly old pricks Just thank yourselves lucky, it was only six A new season, another year older Nelms you ****, you should've checked your spam folder Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scott980612 Posted October 18, 2020 Share Posted October 18, 2020 39 minutes ago, Locky said: A new season, another year older An Autumn start, a little bit colder A Friday night, under the lights Charlie Adams coupon, giving bairns a fright James McPake, the original grass Getting dry humped, from our gaffer with class Jack Hamilton, our dreams you still haunt Paul McGowan, why do you look so gaunt? Osman Sow, you might think you are Pele But really, you're just a poor man's Ginnelly Jordan McGhee, you wanted much more So did we, even at four Get it up you Dundee, you silly old pricks Just thank yourselves lucky, it was only six A new season, another year older Nelms you ****, you should've checked your spam folder Excellent Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Auld Reekin' Posted October 18, 2020 Share Posted October 18, 2020 Leaves fall, autumn sun shines over misty field and hedge. h1b5 are shite. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thomaso Posted October 18, 2020 Share Posted October 18, 2020 On my old Dad’s plaque in the memorial garden - “Up on the terrace at the Gorgie Road end, You were my pal you were my friend, We stood together in good times and bad, You made me a Hearts fan, I thank you Dad” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted February 16, 2021 Share Posted February 16, 2021 Vladimir Romanov's submarine Remember all the good Forget the bad He did not kill Just paid respect A lot of tears and Mothers' cries This metal beast was hard for ride Eternal flashbacks of dying Kids Strong feelings inside, bright as red ink Parts of the submarine form the monument, unusual to see Like sunlight goes through the clouds Sometimes it's the hardest way inside For your own dignity Remember good ones Never forget And in the end, all things around us Are heavy memories and mad respect Additional information can be found here (page II): https://www.hmfckickback.co.uk/index.php?/topic/188443-11-april-2020-the-day-vladimir-romanov-was-vindicated/page/2/#comments Thank you for reading and your lyrics here, much love for you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thomaso Posted February 16, 2021 Share Posted February 16, 2021 (edited) “Heart of Midlothian” is poem in its own right. ❤️ Edited February 16, 2021 by Thomaso Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
martoon Posted February 16, 2021 Share Posted February 16, 2021 There was a daft Hibby called Reg, Who had sex with Leeane in a hedge, Along came his wife, With a big carving knife, And cut off his meat and two veg. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cory McNamara Posted February 22, 2021 Share Posted February 22, 2021 Robbie Neilson's book of excuses I. Hellish pitches Bad pitches are like the minefields The whole thing is focked It's either you or yer pieces That reach the finish line II. Chinese disease Covid is just a rat Fat rat from the local port Once it bites you Your game plan is completely focked III. Opposition's powerful defensive ranks How can you play against this team They park a focking bus inside the box The second one moves in midfield The third one scores the goals IV. Deadly wind Strong wind is raging, it doesn't matter how hard you try Yer can't control the ball The focking thing flies from side to side In times like these your strategy just says goodbye V. Referees These men in black are insanely focked Another remark I spit like venom I better teach them how to do their work Don't want to look back at my team and what inside my notebook VI. Schedule Strange schedule and strong opposition Imagine, you have to play two in a row against Alloa Part-timers or not, it's all a focked up pish First place I will adore, even if lifeless football my team's best definition Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 22, 2021 Share Posted February 22, 2021 There's an old one about Willie Bauld too. Can't remember all the words but it included No man I know had bigger heart, nor Hearts a braver man He gave his all from whistles start, exciting wherever he ran Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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