: Sun Apr 12, 2009 9:22 am
There you go, feel free to rip that apart
To the tune of Lord of the dance.
I sang at the Willows and the JJB,
They said we would lose but it didn’t bother me,
Then I went to the jungle when the game looked gone,
I sang my song and the team marched on.
Sing sing wherever I may be,
I am the Wakefield Trinity,
And I sing my song wherever I may be,
And I sing my song for the Trinity
I went to the Rhinos when the ref was cack,
It’s hard to win with the south stand on his back,
So I went to the KC in the blazing sun,
I sang my song and the game was won.
I followed them to Odsal in the dark of night,
They tested us but they didn’t have the fight,
Then I went to Hull Kingston it’s so dark and grim,
But I sang my song for the mighty Trin.
I marched on to Warrington and that was tough,
We hung on in and the lads just did enough,
Then I went to the Stoop and we crushed the Quins,
When I sing my song they can’t beat the Trin.
I rolled on to Perpignan and they were good,
But our boys were better to a man they spilled their blood,
Then I went to Bridgend the Taffs were tough as teak,
I sang again and we made them creak.
Finally the Galpharm was the port of call,
A cold and barren place where so many take the fall,
But I sang out loud and we made them cry,
And I’ll sing for the Trin till the day I die.
