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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:41:43 GMT
I decided to bring this one back from the old thread and if you have read them sorry, but I am going to add some new ones, though writing one about Mariano isn't easy.
I had written this not long after the French Open, but I just found it again.
This one goes out to all the unsporting Coria fans, who unlike their player handled the loss as well as he could.
To the tune of Queen "We are the Champions"
Roland Garros Champion
I've choked matches Time after time It was like a life sentence But committed no crime And bad matches There have been a few The Davis Cup in Malaga Couldn't show my face But I've come through And the Coria trolls cried on and on and on and on
French Open champion - my friend And I kept on fighting till the end French Open champion French Open champion No time for Coria 'Cause I'm the claycourt champion of the world
I've taken my chance And enjoyed the curtain call The title bought me fame and fortune And an Argentine recall But it's been no bed of roses, Coria fans egos bruised I consider it a challenge to stay in the Champions race And I ain't gonna lose And the Coria trolls cried on and on and on and on
French Open champion - my friend And I kept on fighting till the end French Open champion French Open champion No time for Coria 'Cause I'm the claycourt champion of the world
French Open champion - my friend And I kept on fighting till the end French Open champion French Open champion No time for Coria 'Cause I'm the claycourt champion of the world
French Open champion French Open champion No time for Coria 'Cause I'm the claycourt champion of the world
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:49:05 GMT
This is one for Zabaleta.
Mariano is the one TEXT
We have joy We have fun Mariano is the one He's got style He's got flair He has a mullet But we don't care
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GWH Federer over Rodthingy
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Post by GWH Federer over Rodthingy on Dec 12, 2004 6:50:20 GMT
The Beatles haven't sounded this good. ;D
Yesterday, I was completely blown away No the match wasn’t on clay. Oh I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I’m just as overrated as I’ll ever be, Roger Federer is hanging over me My game crashed so suddenly. He did nothing wrong What more could I say. Soon number 1 will be gone and I long for yesterday-ay-ay-ay. Yesterday, I had no back-up plan for Federer’s play. I am his pregnant dog and he is here to stay, Now I believe in yesterday.
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:51:31 GMT
The original is called My Mistake by a New Zealand band called "Split Enz" and that is perfect for Rodthingy's matches against Federer.
I went out to see if I could beat Feds again, That was my mistake. That was my mistake. I went out to get my arse kicked again That was my mistake. That was my mistake.
When all I needed was big Brad To make me stop and think again, Pull me up and pull me through, Once again I had no clue.
I thought this was a passing faze. That was my mistake. That was my mistake. One by one I counted all those unhappy days. Yeah, That was my mistake. Why, That was my mistake.
Some you win some you lose, Yes, Rodthingy is a goose, Once again he got the best of me, One more loss in our history, Andy you move like a moose.
When all I needed was a new tactic, Instead I looked like a spastic, The hiding was loud and clear, Tally ho, Roger’s health my dear.
I went out to see if I could get smashed again, That was my mistake. Why, That was my mistake mistake. One by one I counted all those unhappy days That was my mistake. That was my mistake. That was my mistake. That was my mistake.
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:52:23 GMT
To the tune of "I Will Follow" by U2.
The US Open forgetting that it's an international championship.
The ball was on the outside when you said it was in I was looking at myself Yes, you are blind and I could not win A Rod tries hard to be a man But we know he is only spam If he thinks about clay, he starts to cry Oh why, USTA, USTA, USTA Federer, Felix, Nalle, Calleri ...I will follow USTA, USTA USTA Non-yanks winning the Open will cause great sorrow
I was on the inside When Rodthingy was beaten down No point in being snide Andy is an arse clown I was lost , I am found USTA,USTA, USTA Gaudio, Corretja, Vinci, Zaba ...I will follow USTA, USTA, USTA , Non-yanks winning the Open will cause great sorrow I will follow
Roger runs you around in circles I see the pain in your eyes Your eyes , your eyes ... A-rod play on clay You failing makes my day ..I will follow If you play on clay You will fall away, fall away ...I will follow I will follow I will follow ...
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:53:54 GMT
To the Police "Every Breath you Take". Yes it's about Rodthingy
Every win you take Every ace you make Every time you break Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day Every player is gay Every day we play Every time on clay
I'll be watching you
Umpire can't you see That ball was in to me How my head aches with every ace you make
Every serve you make Every time I'll break Every cramp you fake Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since clay come along, I've been lost without a trace I dream at night I can only see an ace I look around but it's my backhand I can't replace I feel so cold and I long for Big Jim's embrace I keep crying USTA, USTA, please
Every fault you make Every time I'll break Every cramp you fake Every claim you stake
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:56:21 GMT
Here Comes The Cramp - Tommy Robredo to the tune of Here Comes The Sun
Here comes the cramp, I am the champ and I say it's allright
Little Gaudio, you are the big loser I am the winner and yes it has been years Here comes the cramp, I am the champ and I say it's all right
Cramp, cramp, cramp, here it comes Cramp, cramp, cramp, here it comes Cramp, cramp, cramp, here it comes Cramp, cramp, cramp, here it comes Cramp, cramp, cramp, here it comes
Little Gaudio, I feel my serve is slowly slipping Title victory, it seems like years since I have been here Here comes the cramp, I am the champ and I say it's allright It's all right
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 6:59:20 GMT
This one is one about one of my favourite posters on MTF who thinks it's cool to make fun of Ramadan and is always trying to abuse Ros and is a troublemaker.
To the tune of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" and it' s called Where's my functioning brain dear.
Where's my Functioning Brain Dear
Where's my functioning brain, dear? I know it's around somewhere Now that my head is empty Bright people start to glare I checked before I went out Wallet, glasses, brain....oh f**k! Consistently make stupid comments Yes, I truly suck
Making fun of Ramadan Crossing the street one night The Imam brought me back But a little clue I lack
My cerebrum is missing I can't even find my spare Think I'll drop by The White House Dubya must have one to share
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Post by GWH on Dec 12, 2004 8:18:53 GMT
This song is about Coria and his cramping problems to the tune "Lord of the Dance".
"Lord of the Cramps"
Warmed up in the morning when they day begun Roland Garros victory was the one I led the final all the way Then Gaston Gaudio made me pay
Cramp, cramp, wherever it may be I am the Lord of the Cramp, said He! And I’ll lead the match, wherever it may be And I’ll cramp again, you'll see
The French Open was my destiny But Gaston Gaudio stole it from me I cramped while in the lead Injury timeout is what I need
Cramp, cramp, wherever it may be I am the Lord of the Cramp, said He! And I’ll lead the match, wherever it may be And I’ll cramp again, you'll see
After an hour I felt very lame Cramping so soon oh what a shame When Gaudio won, Coria nearly died The best he could do was have a cry
Cramp, cramp, wherever it may be I am the Lord of the Cramp, said He! And I’ll lead the match, wherever it may be And I’ll cramp again, you'll see
Gaudio played so bad, then starting coming back I noticed this and had a cramp attack I had him beat and I thought he was gone But I had a cramp & still went on
Cramp, cramp, wherever it may be I am the Lord of the Cramp, said He! And I’ll lead the match, wherever it may be And I’ll cramp again, you'll see
They cut me down and my ranking is high I am the weasel that'll never, never die! I know I should have won in three - I am the Lord of the Cramp, said He
Cramp, cramp, wherever it may be I am the Lord of the Cramp, said He! And I’ll lead the match, wherever it may be And I’ll cramp again, you'll see
And the singers all feign cramps to signify the end of the song.
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