Monkeys. hey hey were the monkeys
Here he comes
Running down the field
Getting frightened looks from
All the defenders he meets.

Hey hey its our Benson
And he's not screwing around
He's to busy scoring
To roll around on the ground.

Cupid by Sam Cook.

Benson hold up the ball
And let your shot flow
strait to the bastards goal for me
foooor meeee

Benson cuts like a sythe
Not know for taking a dive
So help deliver me
Another victory

Who do I get in touch with to see if they like some songs and chants I've written?