Is this the pub life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in the Gallowgate, Dreaming of victory… He loves his Newcastle, black-and-white pride, Beer in his belly, with a pie on the side. On a Saturday night, with the lads he’ll ride— Shouting loud and wide… TOON ARMY! Beer-o! Pie-o! Women of the night-o! Fat lad dancing, belly bouncing—what a sight-o! Saturday! Saturday! Out with all the lads-o! Nothing really matters— If the Toon just win today! Ohhh… he’s just a Geordie fan… Beer in hand, pie in pan… And the night… goes… on— *GONG!*
