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By Bath Man
December 5 2004

By Bath Man

Bath American Pie 
A long long time ago 
I can still remember how that rugby used to make me smile 
And I knew if he had a chance 
Knuckles could make that back line dance 
And maybe we’d be happy for a while. 
But February made me shiver 
With every injury delivered 
Bad news on the doorstep 
They couldn't take one more step 
I can't remember if I cried 
When I read about the injured side 
But something touched me deep inside 
The team in Blue, Black and White 
So 
{Refrain} 
Bye-bye, relegation dog fight 
Take my horn to away games 
To give the oppos a fright 
And them good old boys drinking cider were tight 
Singin' bury me in Blue, Black and White 
Did you write the Book of Love 
And do you have faith in God above 
If Knuckles tells you so 
Do you believe in the rolling maul 
Can rucking save your mortal soul 
And can you teach me how to tackle real low 
Well, I know that you're in love with Tinds 
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym 
You both kicked off your shoes 
Man, I dig those black, white and blues 
I was a lonely teenage loosehead prop 
With a cut lip, belly and nowt on top 
But I knew I was out of luck 
When I tackled the blue, black and white 
I started singin' 
Bye-bye, relegation dog fight 
Take my horn to away games 
To give the oppos a fright 
And them good old boys drinking cider were tight

Singin' bury me in blue, black and white 
Now for ten years we've been out on our own 
And praise piles high on Knuckles throne 
But that's not how it used to be 
For the jester coached like an Aussie queen 
And the players played like Torville and Dean 
And swear words came from you and me 
Oh, and while the Bris were going down 
Big Jack gave Knuckles the jester’s crown 
The Rec was new adorned 
No tickets were returned 
And Pezza shouts loud for his Marx’s 
The forwards practiced in the park 
And we sang c’mon Bath in the dark 
Whilst dressed in Blue, Black and White 
We were singing 
Bye-bye, relegation dog fight 
Take my horn to away games 
To give the oppos a fright 
And them good old boys drinking cider were tight 
Singin' bury me in blue, black and white 
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter 
The Welsh flew off and we signed some belters 
Fids, Flats, Dunc and Zak to name a few 
The ref called foul out on the grass 
The players tried for a forward pass 
With the jester on the sidelines having a blast 
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume 
While the Uni Girls danced to a marching tune 
We all got up to dance 
Oh, give St. Olly a chance 
'Cause the oppos tried to play the field 
The Bath tight five refused to yield 
Do you recall what was deal 
A win to the blue, black and white 
We started singing 
{Refrain}

Oh, and there was Beastie all over the place 
Popping up in lots of Space 
Scoring time and time again 
So come on, Jack was nimble, Jack was quick 
Jack bought well and made them click 
Cause winning is the Batch man’s only friend 
Oh, and as I watched them on Sky TV 
My hands were raised constantly 
No Tigger born in hell 
Could break that Knuckles spell 
And as the fans cheered high into the night 
To light the sacrificial rite 
I saw Coochie laughing with delight 
Dressed in Blue, Black and White 
He was singing 
{Refrain} 
I met a girl who supports les blues 
And I asked her for some happy news 
But she just cried and turned away 
I went down to the sacred store 
And bought a shirt like years before 
But the man there said that Brendon couldn't play 
And in the streets the children screamed 
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed 
But not a word was spoken 
The Oppo scrum was broken 
And the three men I admire most 
Knuckles, Smith and Foles the coach 
They watch ‘em score under the post 
Wearing Blue, Black and White 
And they were singing 
{Refrain} 
They were singing bye-bye, relegation dog fight 
Take my horn to away games 
To give the oppos a fright 
Them good old boys drinking cider were tight 
Singin' bury me in Blue, Black and White.

Bath Lost in France 
We have lost in France 
In the fields the frogs were singing 
We have lost in France 
But the tie is just beginning 
As I stood there in the evening rain 
I had a losing feeling I can't explain 
We have lost in France, but just 
We have lost in France 
But without some big guns playing 
And the crowd all danced 
However next week they’ll be paying 
When I looked up on bathrugbyere 
I couldn’t believe what I saw there 
We have lost in France, but just 
Oo la la la oo la la la Dan… 
Oo la la la Danielli 
We have lost in France 
But the wine is overflowing 
We have lost in France 
But the Rec will soon be glowing 
And I looked round for a telephone 
To say “We’re gonna smash you at home” 
We have lost in France, but just. 
Oo lalala oo la la la Dan 
Oo la la la oo la la la Danielli

Bath Sound of Silence 
Hello Parker , my old Pen 
I've come to flirt with you again, 
Because a vision softly creeping, 
Of a cup we will be keeping, 
Unlike the Tiggers whose season is at an end 
and still they play 
To the sound of silence. 
In Edgeley Park, I shout alone 
But at the Rec we are at home 
'Neath the splendour of Great Pulteney Street, 
We beat the oppos up every week 
When their backs were split 
by the flash of an Olly flight 
That split the ****e 
And we were never silent 
And in the naked light I saw 
Insects falling to the floor 
Glaws Boys talking without winning, 
Saintsmen beaten without grinning, 
Tykes making breaks that never scored 
And how we roared 
To break the sound of silence. 
"Fools" said Cooch ,"You do not know 
Bad debt like a cancer grows. 
Hear my words that I might teach you, 
You Brizzlers could learn a thing or two" 
But his words like silent raindrops fell, 
and down Bris went 
To play in the ground of silence 
And the people bowed and prayed 
To the side that Knuckles made. 
And the team flashed out its warning, 
By the season it was forming. 
And the signs said, Bath are back 
and no one will stand in our way 
Just like the old days. 
No more the sounds of silence.

Bath Bohemian Rhapsody 
Is this the real life- 
Is this just fantasy- 
Top of the Prem- 
Is a reality- 
Open your eyes 
Look up to the skies and see- 
A field full of Bath Lads,for you I feel sympathy- 
Because wins easy come,losses no, 
A little high,little low, 
Anyway the wind blows,doesn't really matter to Olly, 
To Olly 
Lawrence,just killed the ball, 
Got a knee against his head, 
Pulled the ball back now it’s dead, 
Lawrence ,the game had just begun, 
But now we've gone and thrown it all away 
Lawrence ooo, 
You were lucky with your try 
Voyce holding back tacklers till you scored 
Carry on,carry on,as nothing was seen by White 
Too late, no tries have come, 
Sends shivers down my spine- 
Body's aching all the time, 
Goodbye everybody-see you in May 
When you Waspie cheats will face the truth- 
Lawrence ooo- (any way the wind blows) 
You will be destroyed 
You will wish you'd never been born at all- 
I see a little silhouetto of a man, 
In the mush,in the mush did you see Woody go- 
Pushing and sniping-looked like fighting to me- 
King and Lewsey, King and Lewsey, 
King and Lewsey, King and Lewsey 
King and Lewsey had to go o o 
But I'm just a poor hooker and nobody loves me- 
He's just a poor hooker in poor company- 
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go-,will you let me throw- 
Leota! No-,we will not let you throw-let him throw- 
Leota! We will not let you throw-let him throw 
Leota! We will not let you throw-let me throw 
Will not let you throw-let me throw 
Will not let you throw let me throw 
No,no,no,no,no,no,no- 
Mummy mummy ,mummy mummy ,mummy mummy let me throw- 
Borthwick has a catch put aside for me,for me,for me- 
So you think you can beat us with just one try- 
Wait till May when your backline will die- 
Oh Waspies-I can’t wait till May Waspies- 
Just gotta get out-just gotta get out to HQ 
Nothing really matters, 
Anyone can see, 
Nothing really matters-Except beating the cheating Waspies 
Any way the wind blows....

Bath Solsbury Hill 
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill 
After beating the Leeds Tykes 
Wind was blowing, time stood still 
Relief that Catty played all right 
Chris was something to observe 
Molly at FB, I heard a voice 
Knuckles really has got a nerve 
But what a fantastic choice 
I did not believe the information 
walking up from Bath Spa Station 
The kicks going boom boom boom 
"Son," he said "Grab your points, 
To beat Leeds at home." 
The Beast of Bath has re-signed 
Playing sweet as a nut 
When we have our best back line 
Our try line surely will be shut 
So we play from game to game 
Our team is in a winning rut 
Come on Queenies do us proud 
Our insect rivals should be cut 
Cups are part of our scenery 
Knuckles has renewed the machinery 
The kicks going boom boom boom 
"Hey" he said "Grab your kit 
Tykes we are coming to your home 
No illusion we are top 
Its where we deserve to be 
The rest can scrabble for the junk 
The prize belongs to Bath Rugby 
Watched by ten thou at The Rec 
Who week on week victories see 
Two fingers up to etiquette 
Winning means all to me 
Mattie is the best replacement 
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant 
The kicks going boom boom boom 
"Hey" I said "You can book my place, 
HQ is our second home."

Bath And Then he Kissed Me 
Well, we went up to Leeds, hoping to progress in the cup. 
It was kinda cold, but with Tindall back things were looking up. 
We usually win when we keep it tight 
We usually win with the forwards might 
So why the f*ck did we spread it wide 
Where we dropped it. 
Each time we attacked, the ball was spilled again. 
Ronnie and JC were laughing at their old friends. 
Our backs didn't know just what to do 
The supporters are travelling home feeling blue 
Because every time we spread it wide 
We bloody dropped it 
We dropped it in ways I have never seen before, 
We dropped it in ways I don’t want to see for ever more. 
I hope Knuckles busts a vein giving the team a rogering 
Drop Crockett to the bench and stick Balshaw on the wing. 
Give Catty a kick to focus his game 
Tindall shouldn’t play if he is still lame. 
You cannot win by spreading it wide 
And then dropping it 
On Sunday feeling down I switched on the TV 
To find out by how many the Wasps had beaten Pertemp Bees. 
I laughed out loud when I saw the score 
The insects must have played pretty poor 
I felt so happy I almost cried 
Because they’d dropped it

Bath Deck of Cards 
During the 2004 campaign, a bunch of Men of Bath had been on a long hike, 
And they arrived in a little town called Gloucester. 
The next morning, being Sunday, several of the men went to Church. 
The men were silent in Church and after the Chaplain had read the prayer, 
The text was taken up next. 
Those of the men who had a prayer book took them out, 
But this one man had only a deck of cards, and so he spread them out. 
The Chaplain saw the cards and said: "Son, put away those cards." 
After the services were over, 
The Man of Bath was taken prisoner and brought before Shed Heads 
The Chief Shed Head said: "Chaplain, why have you brought this man here?" 
"For playing cards in church, Sir." 
"And what have you to say for yourself, son?" 
"Much, Sir," replied the Man of Bath. 
The Chief shed head said: "I hope so, 
"For, if not, I shall punish you more than any man was ever punished." 
The Man of Bath said: "Sir, I had been on the lash for about six days. 
"I had neither a ZP Programme nor Cup final ticket, 
"But I hope to satisfy you, Sir, 
"With the purity of my intentions." 
And with that, the boy started his story. 
"You see Sir, when I look at the Ace, 
"It reminds me that there is but one Lion of the West. 
"And the Deuce reminds me that the pitch is divided into two parts, 
"The Clubhouse end and the Hamptons. 
"When I see the Trey, 
"I think of Knuckles, Foles, and the Holy Smith. 
"And when I see the Four, 
"I think of the four Coaches who went on to coach Internationally; 
"There was Jack, Brian, Clive and Robbo 
"And when I see the Five, 
"It reminds me of the five tight forwards who win us the games; 
"There were ten of them: five were wise and were saved; five were Welsh and were 
shut out. 
"When I see the Six, 
"It reminds me that in six weeks, Knuckles made this great Heaven on Earth. 
"When I see the Seven, 
"It reminds me that in the seventh week, Knuckles rested and the Army took over 
"And when I see the Eight, 
"I think of the eight Tiggers Zak had for breakfast 
"There was far to many to name individually.

"And when I see the Nine, 
"I think of the Woody our Savior cleansed, and the Waspies got Voyce (titter, titter.). 
"When I see the Ten, 
"I think of the Ten game winning moves Catt will hand down to Olly over a pint of 
Blackthorn. 
"When I see the King, 
"It reminds me that the Waspie one only takes on the short, easy kicks, unlike St. Olly 
"And when I see the Queen, 
"I laugh because Logan really should have hung up his boots by now 
"And the Jack is the sainted Rowell of Success. 
"When I count the number of spots on a deck of cards, I find three hundred, sixtyfive: 
"The number of days in a year that Bath remain at the top. 
"There are 52 cards: the number of weeks in a year that Leota misses his jumpers 
"There are 4 suits: the number of Refs on the pitch when Dillydally, Howler and 
Woody are playing. 
"There are 12 picture cards: the number of offsides DillyDally gets away with per 
half. 
"There are 13 tricks: the number of injuries we have to cope with every week. 
"So you see, Sir, my pack of cards serves me as a Team Sheet, a Programme and a 
Match day preview." 
"And friends, the story is true. 
"I know, I was that Bath man."

Bath Molly Malone 
In Readings fair city where the rugby is gritty 
Twas there that they rue the boot of Malone 
As he kicks for position 
Through his own volition 
Scoring penalties and drop goals alive, alive Oh 
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, 
Scoring penalties and drop goals alive, alive Oh 
Now the back line were strangers, not alive to the dangers 
Of Sackey and Hacky and La-La and Po 
But the forwards were pillars 
It was the backs who were spillers 
Keeping London Irish hopes alive, alive Oh 
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, 
Keeping London Irish hopes alive, alive Oh 
Twas the forwards of old, who could be so bold 
As to rumble it in with 30 yards to go 
No tractor and trailer 
To end in a failure 
But eight men driving alive, alive Oh 
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, 
But eight men driving alive, alive Oh 
So it comes to the ending, with posts that are bending 
And Molly has shown us his class all day long 
But Barry is found wanting 
And the Bath man is chanting 
Our league hopes are still alive, alive Oh 
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, 
Our league hopes are still alive, alive Oh

Bath Friggin’ in the Riggin’ 
It was on the good ship Venus 
By George ya shoulda seen us 
The figurehead was a lady in bed 
And the mast a mammoth painted sculptured piece of wood 
The captain of this vessel 
He was somewhat uncouth 
He wasn't fit to move detritus 
From one place to another 
Chorus: 
commiting lewd acts in the riggin' 
commiting lewd acts in the riggin' 
commiting lewd acts in the riggin' 
Coz there's not a lot to keep us entertained 
The first mate's name was Morgan 
By Jimminy he was an ugly chap 
Ten times a day he'd stop and play 
With his massive Wurlitzer 
The first mate's name was Cooper 
By Crikey he was a trooper 
He exercised on a daily basis until he was 
Quite exhausted 
Chorus 
The second mate was Andy 
By Cripes he was very full of himself and thought himself quite attractive 
Till they crushed his appendage on a jagged rock 
For ruining the 5 star Courvoisier 
The cabin boy was Flipper 
He was quite confused hormonally 
He managed to secrete pieces of broken glass about his personage 
Which caused lacerations to the freenum of the skipper 
Chorus 
The Captain's wife was Mabel 
Who was unable to partake of procreation 
So the scallywags on board the ship, attached her mammalian pretruberances 
To the cribbage table 
The Captain had a daughter 
Who fell in deep sea water 
And by her squeals we knew the fish in the sea 
Had examined her body closely, especially the bits covered with hair 
Repeat Chorus to Fade

Bath Olly Flapping Thrice 
Flap One 
Thanks for the time that you've given me 
The memories are all in my mind 
And now that we've come to the end of our season 
There's something I must say out loud 
You're once, twice, three times a flapper 
In the Black, White and Blue 
Yes, you're once, twice, three times a flapper 
And your country needs you 
Clive needs you 
You've shaded my dreams, my joys, my pains 
You've made my life worth living for 
And if I had to live my life over again 
I'd spend each and every moment watching you 
You're once, twice, three times a flapper 
In the Black , White and Blue 
Yes, you're once, twice, three times a flapper 
And your city needs you 
Knuckles needs you 
When we are together, the moments I cherish 
With every beat of my heart 
To watch you, to clap you, to cheer you, to praise you 
There's no place you can’t kick from 
You're once, twice, three times a flapper 
In the Balck , White and Blue 
You're once, twice, three times a flapper 
And Bath Rugby needs you 
We all need you 
Flap Two 
Hey boy what ya doin' down there 
Kicking alone every night while the pubs are open 
I can hear the Oppos a bayin’ 
I can see your boot a swayin' 
One more kick and three points are ours 
I love it

Oh, St Olly 
Flap three times before kicking the ball over 
Do the thumb thing to concentrate the mind 
Oh, St Olly 
Look at the posts and then down to your toes 
Two steps, kick and over it goes 
If you look out your window tonight 
You will see that we are still top of the pile 
Read how many times we have won 
Like in the past we have done 
And only in my dreams over the past two years did that occur 
Oh, St Olly 
Flap three times before kicking the ball over 
Do the thumb thing to concentrate the mind 
Oh, St Olly 
Look at the posts and then down to your toes 
Two steps, kick and over it goes 
Oh, St. Olly……. 
Flap Three 
Now there are three flaps to heaven 
St Olly does them and you will plainly see. 
And as I travel on and things rarely go wrong 
Just call it flaps one 
two and three 
Flap one 
The Waspie is offside 
Flap two 
The ref , for once, is not blind 
Flap three 
you kick the ball through the uprights 
Yeh ! That sure seems like heaven to me. 
The formula for heaven's very simple 
Just follow the rules and you will see. 
And as I travel on and things rarely go wrong 
Just call it flaps one 
two and three. 
Step one……

Bath Pinball Wizard 
Ever since I was a young boy, 
I've played the oval ball. 
From Snow Hill down to Bear flat 
I must have played them all. 
But I ain't seen nothing like him 
In any a ruck or maul 
That shaggy haired Ozzie 
Sure kicks a mean drop goal 
He stands like a statue, 
Behind the Bath machine. 
Feeling all the tackles 
Always playing clean. 
He plays by intuition, 
The scoreboard counters fall. 
That shaggy haired Ozzie 
Sure kicks a mean drop goal 
He's a drop goal wizard 
There has got to be a twist. 
A drop goal wizard, 
He has rarely missed. 
'How do you think he does it? 
I don't know! 
What makes him so good?' 
He ain't got no distractions 
Catt and St. Olly are in France, 
Don't see the pound signs flashin’ 
No Saracens advance 
Always has a good game 
Against the Paddy’s maul 
That shaggy haired Ozzie 
Sure kicks a mean drop goal 
I thought Jonny was 
The last minute king. 
But I just handed 
The injury time crown to him. 
Even at the oppos home ground 
He can beat the best. 
His forwards let him in 
And he just does the rest. 
He's got crazy kickin’ boots on 
Never seen him fall... 
That shaggy haired Ozzie 
Sure kicks a mean drop goal

Bath Sailing 
They are Sale-ing 
They are Sale-ing 
home again to Edgerlee 
With just a bonus point to show for 
Their trip to the pretty city 
Zak is flying 
Zak is flying 
flying like a bird 'cross the line 
Lippi’s flying, Olly’s resting till the next victims in the line 
Can you hear me 
can you hear me we will beat all that come in our way. 
I am dying to score some tries against the oppos home or away. 
Can you hear me 
can you hear me I hope we see you at HQ 
I am dying to beat the Insects by a score or maybe two 
You are Sale-ing 
You are Sale-ing home again to Edgerlee 
Fairly Northern, fairly pointless, fairly beaten, not like me. 
Oh Lord to be near Bath to be free 
Oh Lord to be near Bath to be free . . .

Bath I Get A Kick Out Of You 
My story is much too sad to be told 
It would leave the players from Montferrand cold 
David Attoub really is a disgrace 
When I'm out on a quiet Satdee, fighting bravely the old enemy 
Then I suddenly turn and see 
Your boot in my face 
Chorus: 
I get no kick from champagne 
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all 
So tell me why should it be true 
That I get a kick out of you 
Some like the running game from France 
I'm sure that if I took even one run 
It would bore me terrifically too 
But I get a kick out of you 
Some like the set piece base 
I'm sure that if I missed one scrum 
It would bore me terrifically too 
But I get a kick out of you 
Some like the game of penalties 
I'm sure that if I missed even one kick 
It would bore me terrifically too 
But I get a kick out of you 
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me 
I get a kick though it's clear to see, you obviously do not adore me 
I get no kick in a maul 
Rucking is fine with no kicks at all 
Is my idea of nothing to do 
But I get a kick out of you

Bath Always Look On The Bright Side of Life 
Some grounds in life are wet 
They can really make you sweat 
And some tries make you swear and curse 
When you're chewing on life's gristle 
Don't ground it,the ref will still whistle 
And this'll help things turn out for the best... 
And... 
...always look on the blue, black and white side 
of life... 
(Whistle) 
Always look on the tight five side 
of life... 
(Whistle) 
If life seems jolly rotten 
There's something you've forgotten 
And that is last year we were nearly bottom of the pile 
When you're feeling in the dumps 
Just think of Brizzle chumps 
Just purse your lips and whistle 
- that's the thing. 
And...always look on the blue, black and white 
side of life... 
(Whistle) 
Come on. 
Always look on the tight five side 
of life... 
(Whistle) 
For the play offs are absurd 
But Twickers is the final word 
You must always face the Waspies 
with a bow 
Forget about your sin - give the 
Ref a nice big grin 
Enjoy it - it's your last game 
anyhow. 
And always look on the blue, black and white side 
of death... 
(Whistle) 
a-Just before Waspies draw their terminal breath... 
(Whistle)

Lol’s a piece of sh*t, when you look at it 
Howler’s a laugh and Leota's a joke, it's true 
You'll see its just a show, people laughin as you go 
Just remember, Wasps, the last laugh is on you 
And... 
Always look on the blue, black and white side 
of life... 
(Whistle) 
Always look on the tight five side 
of life... 
C'mon Cooch, cheer up 
Always look on the blue, black and white side 
of life... 
Worse things happen at sea you know,or Franklins Gardens as we call it 
Always look on the blue, black and white side 
of life... 
I mean - what have you got to lose? 
You know,last year we won nothing 
- this year Wasps will win nothing. 
What have you lost? Nothing. 
Always look on the right side 
of life... 
Nothing will come from nothing ya know what they say? 
Cheer up ya old bugga, c'monBath will give us a grin! 
There ya go, see! 
Always look on the blue, black and white side of life... 
Always look on the blue, black and white side of life...

Bath Bat Out of Hell 
The fans are screaming and the horns are howling 
Way down at the Rec tonight 
There's a man in the shadows with a glint in his eye 
And Knuckles shining oh so bright 
There's evil in the air and there's thunder in the sky 
And a Beast is on the bloodshot streets 
Oh and down in the tunnel where the Bathmen are rising 
Oh I swear I saw a Glaws man 
Down in the gutter 
He was starting to moan in the heat 
Oh Bath, you're the only thing in this whole world 
That's pure and good and right 
And wherever you are and wherever you go 
We’re gonna be in Blue, Black and White 
But I gotta get out 
I gotta break it out now 
Before the final at HQ 
So we gotta make the most of our one day together 
When it's over you know 
We'll be top of the pile 
Like a Catt out of hell 
He'll be gone when the morning comes 
When the season is over 
Like a Catt out of hell he'll be gone gone gone 
Like a Catt out of hell he'll be gone when the morning comes 
But when the final is done 
And the sun goes down 
And moonlight's shining through 
Pests or Sinners before the gates of HQ 
We’ll have the cup and not you 
I'm gonna hit the M4 like a battering ram 
All the way to Twickenham 
When the pack is hot and the back line is hungry 
And we're all about to see the light 
Nothing ever grows in the rotting old hole 
That is Wycombe or Northampton 
And our pack really rocks 
And our pack really rolls 
And we have very rarely lost 
And I know that we’re Champs if we don’t win the match 
And I know that we’re Champs if we do 
As with every other team that we beat in the league 
We’re gonna be Champs over you 
If we gotta be Champs you know I wanna be Champs

By beating one of you 
If we gotta be Champs you know I wanna be Champs 
Gotta be Champs you know I wanna be Champs 
We are gonna be Champs you know we’re gonna be Champs 
By playing on the night 
By playing on the night 
By playing much better than you 
Oh Bath, you're the only thing in this whole world 
That's pure and good and right 
And wherever you are and wherever you go 
We’re gonna be in Blue, Black and White 
But I gotta get out 
I gotta break it out now 
Before the final at HQ 
So we gotta make the most of our one day together 
When it's over you know 
We'll be top of the pile 
Like a Catt out of hell 
He'll be gone when the morning comes 
When the season is over 
Like a Catt out of hell he'll be gone gone gone 
Like a Catt out of hell he'll be gone when the morning comes 
But when the final is done 
And the sun goes down 
And moonlight's shining through 
Pests or Sinners before the gates of HQ 
We’ll have the cup and not you 
I can see Mike Catt tearing up the turf 
Faster than any other back has ever gone 
And St. Olly’s still raw but his game is right 
No one's gonna stop them now 
They’re gonna make their runs 
With no ball left for you 
And you’ll never see the sudden break until it's way too late 
You’ll never see the sudden break till it's way too late 
And you’re dying at the bottom of a pile in the Twickers sun 
Torn and twisted at the foot of a static ruck 
And I think somebody somewhere must be passing the ball 
And the last thing you’ll see is Mike Catt 
Still scoring 
Breaking out of the tackle 
And flying away 
Like a Catt out of hell 
And you’re dying at the bottom of a pile in the Twickers sun 
Torn and twisted at the foot of a static ruck

And I think somebody somewhere must be passing the ball 
And the last thing you’ll see is Mike Catt 
Still scoring 
Still scoring 
Breaking out of the tackle and flying away 
Like a Catt out of hell 
Like a Catt out of hell 
Like a Catt out of hell 
Like a Catt out of hell 
Like a Catt out of hell

Bath Estonian National Anthem 
Before.... 
My native land, my joy, delight, 
How fair thou art and bright! 
And nowhere in the world all round 
Can ever such a place be found 
So well beloved as I love thee, 
My native country dear! 
My little cradle stood on thy soil, 
Whose blessings case my toil. 
With my last breath my thanks to thee, 
For true to death I'll ever be, 
O worthy, most beloved and fine, 
Thou, dearest country mine! 
May God in Heaven thee defend, 
My best, my dearest land! 
May He be guard, may He be shield, 
For ever may He bless and wield 
O graciously all deeds of thine, 
Thou dearest country mine! 
and after... 
My native Bath, my joy, delight, 
How fair thou art and bright! 
And nowhere in the world all round 
Can ever such rugby be found 
So well beloved as I love thee, 
My native Bath Rugby dear! 
My little Rec stood on borrowed soil, 
Whose trustees case my toil. 
With my last breath my thanks to Knuckles, 
For true to death Zak'll ever be, 
O worthy, please be to f*ck off, 
Thou, dearest Rec is mine! 
May Twickers Goal Line thee defend, 
My best, my dearest Pack! 
May Pezza be guard, may Tinds be shield, 
For ever may Borthers bless and wield 
O graciously all deeds of Woody, 
Thou dearest Bath Rugby mine!

He Flappeth Thrice 
The Lion of the West awoke from slumber 
Upon the dawning of a new day 
Slowly gathered his senses around him 
Shook the two year malaise away 
But first a meal to awaken the spirits 
Then succour for a hungry heart 
Rebuild the team that once were kings 
Keen to make a brand new start 
The head belongs to Good King Knuckles 
A wise and steady hand and fist 
He brought around him generals three 
That previously were sorely missed 
‘I need a pack of valiant hearts’ 
The Good King roared and so they came 
The Beast, Zak and Lipman, Fids and Borthers 
Working for each other time and time again 
A front row trio second to none 
Like a wall they stand impregnable by all 
Dunc, Humph and Flatman let none pass 
As at every breakdown they secure the ball 
And now a rallying call was needed 
A focus for the new found heart 
Woody, stood up to the plate to be counted 
He will play a heroes part 
With the forwards set, a dominant pack 
Knuckles mind wrestled with the rest 
Who could set the fields alight? 
Whose shoulders would pass the test? 
Lee and Brendon set teams running scared 
With pace and power in equal measure 
Brasher and Fleckie battled for the cause 
And Catts appearance rare, like treasure 
Bodies were rebuilt and laid on the line 
Tanks on empty but still they fought on 
Every name called fronted up to the challenge 
Throughout the season that was hard and long

Lionhearted they defeated all thrown at them, 
Tigers came and were sent away in shame 
Saints and sinners similarly thwarted 
Tykes and Queens were shown to be lame 
And in all this one name shone out above the rest 
A head that was old on shoulders new 
A kick, a chase, a pass, a feint 
Opposing warriors knew not what he would do 
And transgressions were punished every time 
From all corners of the battlefield 
The look, the hands, the crouch, the kick 
No shouts of anger would make him yield 
And so the Lion turned to the final battle 
The European hordes were waiting there 
To regain the crown that once was permanent 
And leave the souls of opponents bare 
15 Bath men will fight for glory 
15 Bath men will stir our souls 
15 Bath men will leave us breathless 
But one man alone will kick our goals 
The air is still, breath held for ever 
The pitch baked hard in the unforgiving sun 
He flappeth thrice and the ball sails over 
Rejoice! Rejoice! The game is won

Bath My Way 
And now, the end is near 
And so we face the final playoff. 
My friends, we'll say it clear, 
We think that Lawrence is a Jerkoff. 
We’ve played a game that's full. 
Using each and every back play; 
But more, much more than this, 
We did it the Bath way. 
Regrets, we've had a few; 
Some dodgy passes, bad decisions 
We did what we had to do 
And saw it through without revision. 
Knuckles planned each charted course; 
Each careful step towards the tryline, 
with more, much more than Bris, 
shouting from the byline 
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew 
When we all looked for Coochie Coo. 
But through it all, when there was doubt, 
Knuckles came and snuffed it out. 
We faced it all and we stand tall; 
And did it the Bath way. 
We've loved, We've laughed and cried. 
We've had our fill; our share of losing. 
And now, as tears subside, 
We’ll carry on Wasp-abusing 
To think we did all that; 
Top the league from Sat to Friday, 
And next year we’ll go one more 
Doing it the Bath way 
For what is this team, what have they got? 
Self belief and spirit, hot 
Knuckles says the things he truly feels; 
And Humph plays till he’s on his knees 
The record show we took the blows - 
And did it the Bath way!

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