While we're on the subject:
To the tune of The proclaimers 500 miles.
And he would run 500 miles,
and he would run 500 more.
For a man who runs down the wing,
crosses in and then we scooo-ooooo-ooore.
ANDY ROBBO, andy robbo, ANDY ROBBO, andy robbo.
Naa-na-na-naa-naa-na-na-naa-naaaaa
ANDY ROBBO, andy robbo, ANDY ROBBO, andy robbo.
Naa-na-na-naa-naa-na-na-naa-naaaaa
Ad Infinitum
You'd never guess it was coined over a few pints, in the Old Barn, would ya now.
Ok, more than a few.