"I'm Mads Juel Andersen I've many a tale to tell, And though I'm just a stopper I stop them rather well!" Young 'uns: see under Danny Kaye.
Could always convert the Hourihane song. Remember singing that non-stop at Fulham a few years back. “Here’s to you Mads Anderson Barnsley loves you more than you will know…” Sorry Conor - we have a new hero now.
To the Carpenters ‘Close to me’ Why do goals suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like Mr Badger I long to be close to you…
To The Beatles' Dig a Pony: Ma-a-a-a-ads packed the Ponty Well, we will celebrate every goal you know Yes, we will celebrate every goal you know Ma-a-a-a-ads packed the Ponty Well, he can elevate every soul you know Yes, he can elevate every soul you know I told you so, we all call him Mads! He’s loved by all the Barnsley lasses and by all the la-aaaaa-ads Because… [guitar solo] (over to you @Mr C )
They've got just under 24 hours to learn it It's a mad concept but it could just be the juel in the crown
I'm Hans Christian Andersen, I've many a tale to tell And though I'm a cobbler, I'd say I tell them rather well I'll mend your shoes and I'll fix your boots When I have a moment free When I'm not otherwise occupied As a purple duck, or a mountainside, Or a quarter after three I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's me! I'm Hans Christian Andersen, I bring you a fable rare There once was a table, Who said "Oh how I'd love a chair" And then and there came a sweet young chair All dressed in a bridal gown He said to her in a voice so true "Now I did not say I would marry you But I would like to sit down" I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen's in town. I write myself a note each day, And I place it in my hat. The wind comes by, the hat blows high But that not the end of that For 'round and 'round the world it goes It lands here right behind myself, I pick it up, and I read the note, Which is merely to remind myself I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's me! I'm Hans Christian Andersen, My pen's like a babbling brook Permit me to show you, Dear Sir, My very latest book Now here's a tale of a simple fool, Just glance at a page or two You laugh "Ha Ha" but you blush a bit For you realize while you're reading it That it's also reading you I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's who! I'm Hans Christian Andersen, And this is an April day It's full of the magic I need To speed me my way My pocketbook has an empty look I limp on a lumpy shoe Or if I wish I am a flying fish, Or a millionaire with a rocking chair, And a dumpling in my stew I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's who!
