The Gordouli

Seeing as noone (myself included) seems to know all the words, I thought I'd put the lyrics to the traditional Balliol post-prandial song up, so here it is... The Gordouli!

Gourdouli!
He's got a face like a ham
‘Cos Bobby Johnson says so
And he should know!

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!

Menaites once, Menaites twice
Holy jumping Jesus Christ!
Flim, flam, wham, bam, oh, shit!

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!

If I were a Trinity man, I would, I would
I'd go into a public weir, I would, I would
I'd pull the chain and disappear, I would, I would

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!

I don’t give a fuck or damn
Who the hell or what I am
As long as I'm not a Trinity man!

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!

I'm a bastard, I'm a bastard, I'm a bastard, yes I am
But I'd rather be a bastard than a bloody Trinity man

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!

Trinity's burning, Trinity's burning,
Fetch the engine, fetch the engine,
Fire, Fire! Fire, Fire!
Pour on petrol, pour on petrol!

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!

Goodnight Trinity, Goodnight Trinity,
Goodnight Trinity, we've got to leave you now.
But before we go...

Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!
Bloody Trinity!