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Having narrowly missed being wiped off the planet by a drone attack at the Caffeine Club after the game at Plymouth, a bit of a sing-song on the train home.
Clive came up with this one, to the tune of “She’ll be coming round the mountain”….
“We’ve got Sammy Sammy Sammy Amo-wayo On the wing On the wing
We’ve got Sammy, Sammy, Sammy Amo-wayo On the wing On the wing
Sammy Amo-wayo Amo-wayo on the wing
Sammy Amo-wayo Amo-wayo on the wing
I rather liked it, in truth.
Would sound good with a couple of thousand singing it, or 6 pissed-up blokes on a train alternatively….
Songs that word work for Amo-Ameyaw (based on the syllables in his name)
Better off alone
And we've got Amo-Ameyaw
Alone again, naturally
Amo-Ameyaw, naturally
Hanging on the telephone
Don't you love, Amo, Amo-Ameyaw
Call me
Amo, Amo, Amo-Ameyaw
I expect absolutely none of these to be used
How about Green Door by Shakin Stephens
There's a young winger And he play it hot Sam Amo-Ameyaw They Don't know where he's going But the fans love him a lot Sam Amo-Ameyaw He'll help the Saints win And the Saints fans will grin Sam Amo-Ameyaw
Satisfying The Bloodlust Of The Masses In Peacetime
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