By Rob Herkes...

(in the style of love will tear us apart again)
Chris, Chris will tear you apart again


When Seany goes running down the wing,
De Fraine, De Fraine
When Seany goes running down the wing,
De Fraine, De Fraine
When Seany goes running down the wing,
The bunkys boys will surely sing,
We all know that Sean is gonna score


Don’t blame it on Justin
Don’t blame it on Downie
Don’t blame it on Ritchie
Blame it on the Spooney,
He just can’t, he just can’t
He just can’t control his feet.


Holla, Holla, Holla
Cuz the Bunky’s are going to the bar
They’ll be in green or red
They’ll be drinking and fed
Cuz there’s scratchings on sale at the bar