All the lads, you should have seen us coming,
Were only here to drink your beer and shag your dirty women,
All the lads and lasses, smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Newtownards Road, to see the Glentoran Aces
Glentoran Super Glentoran,
No one likes us, we don't care,
We hate Linfield, Fenian bastards,
And we will chase them everywhere.
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums (where?)
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road )slums,
You hoak in your dustbins for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat,
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums.
Where?
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums
Your ma is a whore and your da shags the sheep
You're the dirtiest bastards I ever did meet
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums.
It's Smith, he's Smith,
He's Andy, Andy Smith
He gets the ball, scores a goal,
Andy, Andy Smith.
Cheer up David Jeffery,
Oh what can it be,
To a, sad Linfield bastard,
And a SHITE football team
Were only here to drink your beer and shag your dirty women,
All the lads and lasses, smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Newtownards Road, to see the Glentoran Aces
Glentoran Super Glentoran,
No one likes us, we don't care,
We hate Linfield, Fenian bastards,
And we will chase them everywhere.
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums (where?)
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road )slums,
You hoak in your dustbins for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat,
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums.
Where?
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums
Your ma is a whore and your da shags the sheep
You're the dirtiest bastards I ever did meet
In your Portadown (or Shankill Road) slums.
It's Smith, he's Smith,
He's Andy, Andy Smith
He gets the ball, scores a goal,
Andy, Andy Smith.
Cheer up David Jeffery,
Oh what can it be,
To a, sad Linfield bastard,
And a SHITE football team
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