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The monkey that managed them was also the laughing stock of North East England.
Here are a few chants from Newcastle when the monkey (Peter Reid) was in charge:
(To the tune of 'Daydream Believer')
Cheer up Peter Reid,
Oh what can it mean,
to a,
sad mackem bastard
and a,
shit football team!!
(To the tune of 'Who let the Dogs Out')
Who let the monkey out?
Who, who who who who?
Who let the monkey out?
Who, who who who who?
etc...
(To the tune of 'Yellow Submarine')
In the land, where I was born
Lives a man, with a monkey's heed
And he went, to Sunderland,
And his name, Is Peter Reid
Altogether now
Peter Reid's got a fuckin monkey's heed,
a fuckin monkey's heed,
a fuckin monkey's heed,
Peter Reid's got a fuckin monkey's heed,
a fuckin monkey's heed,
a fuckin monkey's heed,
etc....
Heed means head by the way.
And here's one with no relation to monkey-man, but nice nonetheless:
(to the tune of My Ding a Ling)
When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Two Sunderland fans, hanging on a string
She told me to kick their fucking heads in...
Mackems on a string
Mackems on a string
She told me to kick their fucking heads in!
Mackems on a string
Mackems on a string
She told me to kick their fucking heads in!

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