LIST | The 5 funniest rugby songs from down the years

I put on my trainers
And put gel in my hair
Its hardly like Hensons,
But I really don’t care
In a far away country
My smile is wide ‘n bright
Because my lovely, the Lions play tonite.

We prowl through the streets now
Looking for a pub to see
Our red shirted Lions
Hungry for victory
And then she asks me
Can I have a pint
I say my lovely – you’re a Lions fan, alright

You’re a lions fan,
‘Cos, you like beer and eating horse meat pies And the wonder of it all Is that you just don’t realise How much I love you

Its time we went home now
We’ve both got an aching head
We’re not in the Hilton
We’re kippin’ in someone’s garden shed
But we don’t care
As I turn out the light
‘cos my lovely, the Lions won tonite.
Oh my lovely, the Lions Roared Tonite

On a kiwi morn.

On a Kiwi morning
We the Lions come with a warning
How we long to be there
There's some tries a'waiting for me there.
Our Lions are gonna keep your score low
How to stop us oh no you dont know
Our Lions are gonna keep you score low
Tries and Guinness wait for me
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Tries and Guinness wait for me

Failed in the Tri-Nations
In the world cup went to sleep
The all blacks should stay at home
And stick to sh***ing sheep

Show me the way to go home,
I’m tired and I want to go to bed,
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And its gone right to my head.

Wherever I may roam,
Through land or sea or foam,
You can always hear me
Singing this song,
Show me the way to go home.

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
and smile, smile, smile
While you’ve a Lucifer to light your fag,
Smile boys that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while,
So! Pack up you troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

Our England,
who went down under,
Rugby be thy game
Thy scoring done
Thy Game be won
on turf as it is in heaven
Win us this World Cup with our daily drop goal
And forgive us our arrogance
As we forgive the Aussie press who were arrogant against us
Lead us not into depression
But deliver us The Webb Ellis
For thine is the England
The power and the glory
Forever and ever
Clive's Men

(After Game Celebration Song)

Glad, glad, very, very glad;
I am a gladiator.
Ancient Rome is my home,
I go down to the hippodrome.
Glad, glad, very, very glad,
From my head down to my toes.
My old mans a dustman,
And this is how it goes......
(Pick 'Player of The Match' and you give him a good shoeing)