Dean Saunders’s stint as manager of Wolverhampton Wanderers has hardly been a roaring success thus far – his side lie in the Championship relegation zone after Sunday’s 2-1 defeat to Cardiff City – but gallows humour is alive and well on Wolves message board Molineux Mix, the denizens of which were in great songwriting form…

Dean Saunders: the musical

yammer

Dean Saunders wooooaaaah
Dean Saunders wooooaaaah
He said the jobs an honour
He’s worse than Terry Connor

Still Proud

Dean Saunders wooooah
Dean Saunders wooooah
He hasn’t got a clue
We’ll soon be in League 2

OLDGOLD

That man took the stage, his towel was swingin’ high
Oh Deano
This man was bobbins, my pint, Jez’ s pie
Oh-oh-oh Deano
The crowd they all hailed you, and chanted your name
They all knew like we knew
We won’t win the game
And now its all over, your team is so lame, brrrrr
You muppet, Morgan’s puppet, I’ll remember your name
Deano

With apologies to Dexy’s

hoop

We got rid of Stale
For this Welsh bloke
Morgan and Moxey
You pair are a Joke

Bathams n Scratchings

Dean Saunders wooooaaaho
Dean Saunders wooooaaaho
He won the eighteenth hole
Now Stales on the dole

Bankswolf II

Karl Henry woaaah woah
Karl Henry woaaah woah
He will get managers the sack
Because he’s utter crap

blackandgoldsox

Adams family/

Deanos got it wrong again
The teams down to 10 men again
Karl henry got a red again
and now my #headsgone

bridgnorthwolf

Welsh Mike Bassett, you’re just a Welsh Mike Bassett.

Terry Connor’s clipboard army!

O.W.E.I.

Well we shoulda won this
and we shoulda won that
Oh migod I sound like a prat…

hessonwolf (in reference to this)

We should have scored ten
We should scored tennnnn
We only had 9 shots
But we should of scored 10

Wonder Boyo

Better on paper
Our team is better on paper
Better on paper
Our team is better on paper

greco wolf

They can tell you what to do
But they’ll make a fool of you
And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right
We’re on a road to nowhere

PeteWolf

If life seems jolly rotten,
And the players have forgotten,
How to win or score or stop leaking goals,
If Morgan disappears,
And Moxey acts the jerk,
Just smile and give him your cheeky Welshman smirk,
Aaaand always have a quip to tell the fans,
Der, der, der der, der, der, der, der,
But don’t reveal your sec-er-et plans,
Der, der, der der, der, der, der, der,
Cos if Henry gets sent off,
And Mick has sold the Hoff,
You might cry or you might just even loff,
As though the squad has had a cull,
Things still won’t look quite so dull,
Cos Doyle will score as much as Stevie Bull.
Aaaand….

goldeneyed

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Dean will get us higher

Come on Morgan time to fire
Come on Morgen time to fire

God this club is dire…..d..i..r..e….. etc

The time for hesitation’s through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try and we can only lose
And our club become a funeral pyre etc

The Doors

Staten Island Wolf

My one and only prayer
is that the team will care
the southbank sings their praise
and that they all behave
my only prayer will be
avoid obscurity

Cos its all only make believe

Elvis

A Wanderer from Bristol

Go on now go
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
Cos you’re not welcome anymore

All those points we should have won
All the $$$$ takes from West Brom

We won’t survive
Till ten to five…………

Go on now go

Worcester Wulf (in reference to this)

McDonalds, McDonalds…
No Kentucky Fried Chicken or no Pizza Hut!

Dorset DeWolf

You’re a $$$$ing clueless $$$$ $$$$ing joke $$$$ of a welsh $$$$$$$ who is looking increasingly likely to condemn our once great club to a place it should never be

I admit it it doesn’t rhyme but still….

vini69

To dream the impossible dream,
That Championship footy won’t go,
To tear up that expensive ticket,
And swear that’s the last time you’ll show.

To hire – inexperienced men,
To build – stands with posh restaurant bar,
To hell, with those overpaid players,
Just who do they think that they are??

This is our club…..since the day we were born,
No overpaid $$$$ers – they get shown the door,
So sort it out Dean, or you’ll follow suit,
Whilst the Liverpool builder and Moxey should themselves shoot,

And I know, come the first week of May,
And whichever division the old gold is played,

That my heart will lie peaceful when laid to rest
For the bricks in South Bank gladly attest,

We are the Wolves!

Boss Hogg

All too complex. We need something simple and straightforward that the knuckledraggers can remember……..

“Bye,bye,bye bye”
“Bye, bye, bye, bye”

Can you think of a song for Dean Saunders? Have your say in the comments section below…