A mate txt me this one,
To the Torres tune,
We all thought that O’Neil was mad,
Harewoord, Harewood,
He’ll never make the grade we said,
Harewood, Harewood,
He proved us wrong and now is loved,
He is the hero of the club,
MARLON HAREWOOD Villa’s number 9
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
And one of mine,
To yellow submarine
We all live in the land of Randy love
a land of Randy love, land of Randy love
We all drink in a Super Randy pub,
a super Randy pub, a super Randy pub