Arsenal F.C.,
Aston Villa F.C.,
Barnsley F.C.,
Birmingham City F.C.,
Blackburn Rovers F.C.,
Blackpool F.C.,
Bolton Wanderers F.C.,
A.F.C. Bournemouth,
Brentford F.C.,
Bristol Rovers,
Burnley F.C.,
Cardiff City,
Charlton Athletic F.C.,
Chelsea F.C.,
Chesterfield F.C.,
Colchester United F.C.,
Coventry City F.C.,
Crystal Palace,
Derby County F.C.,
Everton F.C.,
Fulham F.C.,
Hereford United FC,
Hednesford Town FC,
Huddersfield Town AFC,
Leeds United A.F.C.,
Leicester City F.C.,
Liverpool F.C.,
Macclesfield Town F.C.,
Manchester City F.C.,
Manchester United F.C.,
Middlesbrough F.C.,
Millwall F.C.,
Newcastle United F.C.,
Newport FC,
Northampton Town F.C.,
Nottingham Forest F.C.,
Oldham Athletic A.F.C.,
Oxford United F.C.,
Port Vale F.C.,
Portsmouth F.C.,
Preston North End F.C.,
Queens Park Rangers,
Reading FC,
Stockport County,
Stoke City,
Sheffield Wednesday F.C.,
Sheffield United FC.,
Southampton FC.,
Sunderland A.F.C.,
Swindon Town F.C.,
Tottenham Hotspur F.C.,
Tranmere Rovers F.C.,
Walsall F.C.,
Watford F.C.,
West Bromwich Albion F.C.,
West ham United F.C.,
Wimbledon F.C.,
Wolverhampton Wanderers F.C.,
Wycombe Wanderers F.C.,
Yeovil Town F.C.
Hate bastard rovers
We only hate bastard rovers
Hate bastard rovers
Can we play you every week
Can we play you every week
I went to the alehouse I often frequent,
I saw old jack walker his money was spent,
He asked me to play,
I answered him nay,
With rubbish like yours I can beat any day.
...
And its NO NAY NEVER,
NO NAY NEVER no more,
Till we play bastard rovers,
NO NEVER no more.
...
Ewoods now empty, its getting knocked down,
They play their home games on a piece of waste ground,
jack walker looks round and says something's not right,
Cause theres far more players than supporters in sight.
...
And its NO NAY NEVER,
NO NAY NEVER no more,
Till we play bastard rovers,
NO NEVER no more.
...
Five years have now passed and BURNLEY rule supreme,
The league and the cup have been won by our team,
The bastards are bankrupt and long since have died,
And jack walker sweeps up down at BURNLEYS long side.
We hate bastards
We hate bastards
We hate bastards
Andy Cooke Andy Cooke
Andy Andy Cooke
He gets the ball and scores a goal Andy Andy Cooke
Were here were there wed kill em any were
Those bastard twats those bastard twats
Chim Chimeney, chim chimeney,
Chim chim cheroo.
We are the bastards in claret and blue.
One man went to shit (shit),
Went to shit on Ewood,
One man and his baseball bat,
Went to shit on Ewood,
Two men went to shit (shit),
Went to shit on Ewood,
Two men, one man and his baseball bat,
Went to shit on Ewood,
Three men went to shit (shit),
Went to shit on Ewood,
Three men, two men, one man and his dog,
Went to shit on Ewood...
(to ten)
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
And the dirty black arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Ewood tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, (below),
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below (below),
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below (below).
For ever and ever, we'll follow a team,
It's Burnley FC we are supreme,
We'll never be mastered by the Blackburn bastards
And keep the claret flag flying high!
Who's that dying on the carpet
who's that dying on the floor?
Why it's big fat Jack and he's had a heart attack
And he won't be watching BASTARDS any MORE!!!
EASY EASY EASY EASY EASY!!!
We love you burnley, we do
We love you burnley, we do
We love you burnley, we do
Oooh Burnley we love you!
Sing your heart out for the lads
SING YOUR HEART OUT FOR THE LADS!
Come to Ewood
Come to Ewood
It's a place of M I S E R Y
There's a notice on the doorstep saying welcome unto thee
Don't believe us, don't believe us
For it's all a pack of lies
If it wern't bastard Rovers it would be a paradise!
We only hate bastard rovers
Hate bastard rovers
Can we play you every week
Can we play you every week
I went to the alehouse I often frequent,
I saw old jack walker his money was spent,
He asked me to play,
I answered him nay,
With rubbish like yours I can beat any day.
...
And its NO NAY NEVER,
NO NAY NEVER no more,
Till we play bastard rovers,
NO NEVER no more.
...
Ewoods now empty, its getting knocked down,
They play their home games on a piece of waste ground,
jack walker looks round and says something's not right,
Cause theres far more players than supporters in sight.
...
And its NO NAY NEVER,
NO NAY NEVER no more,
Till we play bastard rovers,
NO NEVER no more.
...
Five years have now passed and BURNLEY rule supreme,
The league and the cup have been won by our team,
The bastards are bankrupt and long since have died,
And jack walker sweeps up down at BURNLEYS long side.
We hate bastards
We hate bastards
We hate bastards
Andy Cooke Andy Cooke
Andy Andy Cooke
He gets the ball and scores a goal Andy Andy Cooke
Were here were there wed kill em any were
Those bastard twats those bastard twats
Chim Chimeney, chim chimeney,
Chim chim cheroo.
We are the bastards in claret and blue.
One man went to shit (shit),
Went to shit on Ewood,
One man and his baseball bat,
Went to shit on Ewood,
Two men went to shit (shit),
Went to shit on Ewood,
Two men, one man and his baseball bat,
Went to shit on Ewood,
Three men went to shit (shit),
Went to shit on Ewood,
Three men, two men, one man and his dog,
Went to shit on Ewood...
(to ten)
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
And the dirty black arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Ewood tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, (below),
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below (below),
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below (below).
For ever and ever, we'll follow a team,
It's Burnley FC we are supreme,
We'll never be mastered by the Blackburn bastards
And keep the claret flag flying high!
Who's that dying on the carpet
who's that dying on the floor?
Why it's big fat Jack and he's had a heart attack
And he won't be watching BASTARDS any MORE!!!
EASY EASY EASY EASY EASY!!!
We love you burnley, we do
We love you burnley, we do
We love you burnley, we do
Oooh Burnley we love you!
Sing your heart out for the lads
SING YOUR HEART OUT FOR THE LADS!
Come to Ewood
Come to Ewood
It's a place of M I S E R Y
There's a notice on the doorstep saying welcome unto thee
Don't believe us, don't believe us
For it's all a pack of lies
If it wern't bastard Rovers it would be a paradise!
By Maarten Geluk (NL) 1997 - 2009 | Privacy