It was written by Electric Six frontman Tyler Spencer, who performs as 'Dick Valentine.' He says its not one to be over-analyzed. This entry was posted in Football, Sport, World Cup on Jby. 'Gay Bar' is a song about taking a girl to a gay bar, nuclear war, and becoming a superstar.
Miss Hoolie, PC Plum and Archie the Inventor would take a very dim view of it indeed.
But if you’re willing to share, I’ll let you know the decidedly unchild-friendly lyrics I can’t help singing whenever the ‘Balamory’ theme tune comes on the telly. I kind of hope they do, kind of hope they don’t. Similarly, the retirement of Aussie legend M M M Mark Viduka (sung to the tune of ‘My Sharona’) stopped that nonsense in its tracks.īut it just gets replaced by other nonsense like ‘Move Closer’ by Phyllis Nelson for Miroslav Klose or French midfielder Matuidi getting ‘The Sweeney’ treatment.Īnd I don’t think it’s going to get any better over the next four weeks as I discover new and exciting names to turn into stupid song titles.Īm I alone in this madness? Does nobody else really not shout ‘Yeah Man’ in a cod Jamaican accent every time the radio talks about Yemen? I can only thank the good lord that Italian superstar Derek Piero stopped playing international football a while back. Then Neymar takes over and it’s nothing but ‘You! I wanna take you to a Neymar, I wanna take you to a Neymar, I wanna take you to a Neymar, Neymar, Neymar.’Īnd that’s before I start calling David Luiz ‘Dave Lewis’ and Ramires ‘Ray Mears’, let alone Busquets becoming ‘Biscuits’ and my insistence on changing Yaya to ‘YY’ Toure and Kompany’s first name from ‘Vincent’ to ‘Bad’. Pat (Udo Kier) once styled all the socialites, but he has now fallen on hard times. Pat, a gay hairdresser from his hometown of Sandusky, Ohio. Neymar – he’s got something to put in you. Swan Song, opening August 6 at the PFS Bourse, and available August 13 on demand, is out gay writer/director Todd Stephens’ long gestating pet project an homage to Mr. As in Allardyce, if you really need it spelling out.Īnd now the World Cup is here and I’m stuck with many more tunes – and stupid re-workings of player names as well.īrazil v Croatia was not a good place to wean myself off this pointless and, no doubt for my family, annoying habit.Īfter years of being forced to watch Tikkabilla on CBeebies, I cannot stop myself from singing ‘Luca Modric, Luca Modric, fun for you and me’ every time the bugger touches the ball. Mike Phelan sitting on the bench at United getting his ear bent by Sir Alex? The easy listening classic ‘Feelings’ would play in my head.īig Sam on the bench at West Ham? The fans might be singing ‘you don’t know what you’re doing’ at him but I was stuck with ‘Paradise’ by Coldplay. It wasn’t big or clever, it was just…it just was, okay?Īnd it turned out to be a gateway to much harder stuff, nearly all of it to do with football. This country’s worst post-war Prime Minister, no less.Įvery time I heard Gordon Brown mentioned on the radio, I just had to sing his name to the tune of ‘Golden Brown’ by The Stranglers.