Anchor Away

Go down the field again
Just one more goal
No other team can fight
like the boys in Red and White

Never let their Glory fade
Long may they reign
So let us all give out with
Up the Gunners, Up the Gunners   Goal!

Que sera sera

1993-version:

Please Cry For Me (Arsene Wenger)
*****************************
(to the tune of "Don't Cry For Me Argentina")
 

Please cry for me (Arsene Wenger)
although the truth is I can't believe it!

All through the summer,
I spent much money
- oh what a shambles!
It sure don't look sunny...

And as for fortune, and as for fame
I don't seem to have a chance of both
Seeing as how we lose four nil
to Charlton at home

It's an illusion,
the Premiership-FA Cup-Champion's League
UEFA Cup is where we'll be
Unless a miracle comes along soon...

Please cry for me (Arsene Wenger)
Heaven knows, I surely need it!

So many a Gunner's
heart may be broken
four nil to Charlton
may it not be a token
 

DENNIS BERGKAMP

There's only one Dennis Bergkamp,
There's only one Dennis Bergkamp,
Walking along, Singing this song,
Walking in a Bergkamp Wonderland.
Or...
We've got Dennis Bergkamp,
We've got Dennis Bergkamp,
We've got Dennis Bergkamp,
We've got Dennis Bergkamp

ARSENAL

We are the good old team from ARSENAL
We wear blue and yellow, or red and white
We will always fight for victory
And play with all our might
All for one, and one for all
We'll answer to the call
Oh Gunners
Arsenal Gunners
We'll kick the winning goal
Reflected off the pole

ANELKA

Soooo-per, Super Nic; Soooo-per, Super Nic; Soooo-per, Super Nic; Super Nic Anel-ka!
Oooooohhh An-el-ka, An-el-ka; We'd walk a million miles, for one of your goals, AN-ELL-KA!
(West Side Story tune) La, la, la, la, la, la, An-El-Ka, La, la, la, la, la, la, An-El-Ka, La, la, la, la, la, la, An-El-Ka, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, AN-ELLLL-KA!
 

ADAMS

There's only ooooone Tony Adams, Ooooone Tony Adams, Walking along, Singing a song, Walking in an Adams Wonderland!
 

BERGKAMP

There's only ooooone Dennis Bergkamp, Ooooone Dennis Bergkamp, Walking along, Singing a song, Walking in a Bergkamp Wonderland!

Bergkamps fucking magic, he wears a magic hat, and when he saw the Arsenal he said "I fancy that". He didn't sign for Chelsea or Villa 'cos they're shite, he signed for the Arsenal 'cos we're fucking dynamite!

BOULD

Stevie Bould, Stevie Bould, it's Stevie Stevie Bould, he's got no hair but we don't care, Stevie Stevie Bould
 

WINTERBURN

(Where's your mother gone tune) Niiiigel Winterburn, NIGEL WINTERBURN (repeat)

VIEIRA

Vieeeeeeira, Ooh oh ooh oh, Vieeeeeeira, Ooh oh ooh oh, He comes from Senegal, He plays for Arsenal, (repeat) Vieeeeeeira, Ooh oh ooh oh, Vieeeeeeira, Ooh oh ooh oh, He comes from Senegal, He likes to have a brawl, (repeat)
 

ARSENAL

Hello, hello, we are the Arsenal Boys, Hello, hello, we are the Arsenal Boys, And if you are a Tottenham Fan, Surrender or you die, As we all follow the Arsenal!

Oh, Arsene Wengers magic, He wears a magic hat, and when he saw the Double: He said "I'm havin' that"...(rpt)

Fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all, Fuck United, West Ham, Liverpool. cos we are the Arsenal and we are the best, we are the Arsenal so fuck all the rest

All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, Arsenal won the FA cup and Tottenham won FUCK all.

One-nil to the Arsenal, One-nil to the Arsenal, One-nil...etc.

We'll win 'cos we're Arsenal, we'll win 'cos we're Arsenal...etc.

We're North bank, we're north bank, we're north bank Highbury...etc. (And the East stand's reply version)

we're Arsene Wengers red army, Arsene Wengers red army...etc.

KOLO TOURE

To the tune of "Lola" by The Kinks
 
We’ve got a boy from the Ivory Coast
He’s got a great smile but he’ll ‘ave you for toast
His name’s Kolo
K-O-L-O Kolo
Ko ko ko ko Kolo

He’s great in defence and he’s great in attack
He’s the first one forward and the first one back
I mean Kolo
K-O-L-O Kolo
Ko ko ko ko Ko-lo.

To the tune of "The Flintstones"

Kolo, Kolo Touré
He's the new boy to our family
From the coast of Ivory
A Gunner legend he will be
 

To the tune "Locomotion" by Little Eva

Everybody's doing a brand new dance now
Come on Toure, do the Kolo-motion
Wenger got to like it
When he gave it a chance now,
Come on Highbury, do the Kolo-motion
Everybody says he defends with ease
Brings van Nistlerooy to his knees
So come on, come on,
Do the Kolo- motion with me!

To the tune of "Sing a song of sixpence"

Sing a song for kolo
For them to hear on Sky
Running down the middle
Arsenal do or die
Campbell's favourite partner
Goes flying down the wing
Shame he isn't English, far better than Ledley King

To the tune of "In Da Club" by 50 Cent
 
Go go go go Kolo
Its your birthday
He's gonna tackle you
and make it your worst day
It could be in the Premiership
or the FA.

To the tune of "Oh My Darling Clementine"

Kolo Toure, Kolo Toure
Kolo Toure he's just fine
He stands tall, strong and determined
Stopping strikers just in time.

 

Kolo Toure, Kolo Toure
Kolo Toure, he's just fine
Watch him tackle and pass so sweetly
Down the middle or the line.

PIRES

To the tune of "Let It Be" by the Beatles

When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Robert P comes through me,
Playing the game for Arsenal, Robert P

When he`s playing home at  Highbury
he'll be wearing the shirt with pride
clutching the club crest , Robert P

Robert P, Robert P, Robert P, Robert P
he scores his goals from midfield Robert P

Linking up with T on the wing,
and ashley number 3,
He puts the final ball in, Robert P

his sweet right foot brought as the double,
then he made us unbeatable,
the second flying frenchman  Robert P

Robert P, Robert P, Robert P, Robert P
he scores his goals from midfield Robert P

And when champions league team causes trouble,
he`s the one who will burst their bubble,
playing sexy football Robert P,

And when we`re looking for a second,
theres only one man that you should beckon
scoring just for fun, Robert P,

Robert P, Robert P, Robert P, Robert P
he scores his goals from midfield Robert P
 

To the tune of "We wish you a merry Christmas"

WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
YES, ROBERT PIRES........

WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
AND A NEW ALICE BAND........
 

To the tune of  DJ Otzi's "Hey Baby"

Hey, Hey Bobbi (Your Great!)
I wanna knoo-ow-ow-ow
What's French for Va Va Voom
(2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
 

To the tune of "Flipper" the TV show

"We call him Robert Pires,
He's faster than lightning,
And we can all see....
He beats teams easily.

We call him Robert Pires,
More skillfull than Henry,
And we can all see.......
His goals are lovely.
 

To the tune of "I Love Paris in the springtime"
 
We love Pires when he's sprinting
We love Pires on the ball
We love Pires in the midfield when he dribbles
We love Pires in the goalmouth where he sizzles

We love Pires every moment
Every moment of the game
We love Pires
Why oh why do we love Pires
'cause he's with  Ar - se - nal.
 

To the tune of "Pretty Vacant" by The Sex Pistols

There's no point in tackling, he's much too fast,
He'll leave you lying on the grass!

There's no point in tackling, he's much too quick,
He's robert pires, dy-na-mic'

And he's so pretty
Oh so pretty
He's pires

And he's so pretty
Oh so pretty
He's French
BUT WE DON'T CARE!!

He's French
He's great
He's Thierry Henry's mate
BOBBY P.... BOBBY P

To the tune of "Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen"
 
Wonderful, wonderful Robert Pires
Maestro on the wing
See him run and score
As he's done before
Well he's Robert Pires, Robert Pires,
Robert Pires for sure!!
 

To the tune of "The Runaway Train"

When Super Bobby's on the Ball
We cheer, We Cheer
When Super Bobby scores a goal
We Cheer, We cheer
When super Bobby run's down the wing,
he makes all Highbury shout and sing
SU-PER BO-BBY, Give us a goal Today

To the tune of "I love you baby"

We love you Pires, Even though your French.
We love you Pires, You're never on the bench.
We love you Pires, Because your the best in the land.

We love you Pires, Your a wizard on the ball.
We love you Pires, That goatee makes you cool.
We love you Pires, Because you can help Henry score
 

To the tune of "Maybe It's because I'm A Londoner"

Maybe it's because he's got goofy feet,
We guess that's Robert's style...
He has them when he's beating the centre backs, and the left wing
backs, or scoring a goal
Everytime he sets up an Henry goal, we always hear him shout (HEY BOBBY)
So maybe it's because he's got goofy feet...
That we love our Pires!
 

To the tune of "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean"

Our(or "Bob") Pires is always in motion
Our Pires he always breaks free
Our Pires is our magic potion
To feed our Jose and Henry.

To the tune of "Bobby's Girl"

It's got to be..Bobby's ball
It's got to be.. Bobby's ball
He's the only one with any room
It's got to be .. Bobby's ball
It's got to be.. Bobby's ball
Because he knows the French for va va voom!

To the tune of "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley
 
Patrick Vieira gonna pass my ball
Gonna pass my ball on forward
Got a whole lot of skill that's ready to burn,
So get those heads up higher
There's a thousand midfielders waitin' out there
And they're all livin' in Patrick's fear
And I'm just the fan with love to spare
Viva Vieira, Viva Vieira,

How I wish that there were more
Than the thirty eight games a season
'Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn't miss a minute more
Oh, there's Vieira here and Vieira there and Vieira everywhere
A title won by invincibles
All he need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Vieira, Viva Vieira,

Viva Vieira with midfield flowing
And the one arm band of a captain
All those hopes will never die
Viva Vieira turnin' defence into attack
Turnin' Arsenal into winners
If you see him once
You'll want to see him again.

his gonna keep on the run
his gonna have me some fun
if it costs him in injury time
he will end up winning never losing
he'll always have a swingin' time
his gonna give it ev'rything his got
Lady luck please in his shot
Let me scream out loud when he scores
Viva Vieira, Viva Vieira,
Viva, Viva Vieira.

To the tune of "Jerusalem"

And did Vieira in Wenger's time,
Play upon Highbury's fair green soil,
Behind Henry, footballing God,
Did he in Arsenal's midfield toil.

With tackles fierce and passes neat,
He destroyed attacks, defences split,
So that the name of "Arsenal",
Would be forever feared.

Bring me Pires, Bergkamp and Cole,
Bring me Lauren, Edu, Reyes.
Kanu, Ljungberg, Oh! Henry,
Campbell, Keown, Parlour.

They never stepped back from the fight,
Nor did they lose a single game,
And now we'll win the Champions League,
In 'fair king' Vieira's reign.

To the tune "Mickey" by Toni Basil

Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, you came to the Arsenal to get trophies in your hand!
Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, you'll never leave the Arsenal the greatest in the land!
Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, you are our greatest captain worth every hundred grand! 
Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, its guys like you Paddy, that makes me Arsenal, Arsenal, we love you Arsenal!

To the tune of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary"

He's a great guy, Pat Vieira
He's a great guy to see
He's a great guy Pat Vieira
He's the Captain at Highbury.
He will lead them from the middle
and he'll lead them all the way
He's a great, great guy is Pat Vieira
Our Captain bon amie!!      

To the tune of "In the Shadows" by The Rasmus
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.
 
They say, He is the best to be our captain.
They say, he will lead the Arsenal to glory.
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.

To the tune of "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow

His name is Patrick,
He is a Gunner,
He roams round the park like a panther,
His name's Vieira,
And we love him so.