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.
Brazil, Its just like watching Brazil
Its just like watching Brazil
Its just like watching Brazil, Brazil...
Oh when the Saints
Go marching in
Oh when the Saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
Oh when the Saints go marching in
(in rounds)
Oh when the Saints (Oh when the Saints)
Go marching in (go marching in)
I can't read and I can't write
But that don't really matter
'Cos I come down from Southampton
And I can drive a tractor
I can plough and milk a cow
And drive a great big mower
But the thing that I like best
Is being a strawberry grower
Ooo aaarrr
Ooo aaarrr
Ooo to be a Southernerrr
He's fat, he's a twat
He's not as good as Matt
Paul Gasoigne, Paul Gascoigne
Le Tiss, Le Tiss
Matt Matt Le Tiss
He gets the ball, he takes the piss
Matt Matt Le Tiss
Marins Pahars, Marians
Woooah, Marians
(to the tune of Kumbya My Lord)
And it's Southampton
Southampton FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
If i had the wings of a sparrow,
If i had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Fratton tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on the bastards below
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what shall I be?
Shall I be pompey? Shall I be Saints?
Here's what she said to me
Wash yer mouth out son
Go fetch your fathers gun
And shoot the Pompey scum
And support the Saints
We hate Pompey, we hate Pompey
Cheer up Glenn Hoddle
O what can it be
For a sad Tottenham bastard
And a shit football team
(to the tune of Daydream Believer)
Englands, number three,
Englands, Englands, number three
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
You're a scouser
An ugly scouser
Your only happy, on giro day
Your mums out thieving
Your dads drug dealing
Please don't take my hub caps away
(to the tune of You're My Sunshine)
Fratton Park is falling down
Falling down, falling down
Fratton Park is falling down
Poor old Pompey
Build it up with red and white
Red and white
Red and white
Build it up with red and white
Poor old Pompey
Then we'll kick it down again
down again
down again
Then we'll kick it down again
poor old pompey
Super super Brett
Super super Brett
Super super Brett
Super Brett Ormerod
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see
Southampton win away, Oh
Score in a brothel,
You couldn't score in a brothel
I've got a shed (I've got a shed)
Thats bigger than this (Thats bigger than this)
I've got a shed thats bigger than this
Its got a door and a window,
I've got a shed thats bigger than this
Red Army, Red Army
Gordon Strachans Red & White Army
Gordon Strachans Red & White Army
We are the Southampton, the pride of the South
We hate the Tottenham, 'cos they are all mouth
We took the White Hart, and that was fuck all
The Southampton will rise and the Tottenham will fall
Give Stuart Ripley his P45
Where's yer father, where's yer father
Where's yer father referee
Haven't got one
Never had one
You're a bastard referee
Chris Marsden Football Genius
You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat,
In your Portsmouth slums
He's here, he's there, he's every fucking where,
Matt Oakley, Matt Oakley.
Posh Spice is a slapper,
She must be from Fratton,
When she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of King Strachan
On May the 1st in '76 the boys in yellow and blue,
Went up to London Town to show Utd what to do.
And when Stokes' shot hit the back of the net you
Ought to hear them sigh
And when the final whistle went you ought to hear
Them cry,
La, la, la, laa, la, it's Man Utd, they're the
Biggest fucking wankers in the world
His name is Ronny Davies he's the leader of the team
The greatest centre forward that the world has ever seen
You always can rely on him to score the vital goal
And as for ...(fill out a name) you can stick him up your hole
La la la la, la la la la la etc
Six foot two eyes of blue,
Big Jim Steele is after you,
la la la la-la, la la-la, la la
Jason Dodd, Dodd, Dodd
Our Claus in the middle of defence our Claus
Who needs Deano when we've got Paul Williams!
Le Tiss, Le Tiss Matt, Matt Le Tiss
Gets the ball takes the piss
Matt Le Matt Le Tiss
Oh Matty Oakley,
Oh Matty Oakley,
Oh Matty Oakley
Knees bend Arm stretch ra-ra-ra
Anders, Anders Svensson
He's our Swedish midfield star
From the town of Elfsborg,
He's the best by far
Knowing me, Knowing you - Pahars
Marian, Marian taking on all men;
Marian, Marian ten out of ten,
Loved by the fans, nutmegged Jaap Stam;
Marian, Marian, Marian
New Boots Tahar - new boots Tahar
Fernandes whaoo
Fernandes whaoo
His name is Fabrice - Fernandes whoooaaa
When the ball hits the net
Its not Owen, its not Cole
Its Delgadoooo
Scott McDonald scored a goal e-i-e-i-o
Here a goal there a goal everywhere a goal goal
Scott McDonald scored a goal e-i-e-i-o
Gordon Strachan's Tartan Army
I'd rather be Ginger than a Skate!
Like a Bridge over the Itchen River
The best Left back around
Like a Bridge over the Itchen River
For England and Saints
Its just like watching Brazil
Its just like watching Brazil, Brazil...
Oh when the Saints
Go marching in
Oh when the Saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
Oh when the Saints go marching in
(in rounds)
Oh when the Saints (Oh when the Saints)
Go marching in (go marching in)
I can't read and I can't write
But that don't really matter
'Cos I come down from Southampton
And I can drive a tractor
I can plough and milk a cow
And drive a great big mower
But the thing that I like best
Is being a strawberry grower
Ooo aaarrr
Ooo aaarrr
Ooo to be a Southernerrr
He's fat, he's a twat
He's not as good as Matt
Paul Gasoigne, Paul Gascoigne
Le Tiss, Le Tiss
Matt Matt Le Tiss
He gets the ball, he takes the piss
Matt Matt Le Tiss
Marins Pahars, Marians
Woooah, Marians
(to the tune of Kumbya My Lord)
And it's Southampton
Southampton FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
If i had the wings of a sparrow,
If i had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Fratton tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on the bastards below
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what shall I be?
Shall I be pompey? Shall I be Saints?
Here's what she said to me
Wash yer mouth out son
Go fetch your fathers gun
And shoot the Pompey scum
And support the Saints
We hate Pompey, we hate Pompey
Cheer up Glenn Hoddle
O what can it be
For a sad Tottenham bastard
And a shit football team
(to the tune of Daydream Believer)
Englands, number three,
Englands, Englands, number three
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
You're a scouser
An ugly scouser
Your only happy, on giro day
Your mums out thieving
Your dads drug dealing
Please don't take my hub caps away
(to the tune of You're My Sunshine)
Fratton Park is falling down
Falling down, falling down
Fratton Park is falling down
Poor old Pompey
Build it up with red and white
Red and white
Red and white
Build it up with red and white
Poor old Pompey
Then we'll kick it down again
down again
down again
Then we'll kick it down again
poor old pompey
Super super Brett
Super super Brett
Super super Brett
Super Brett Ormerod
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see
Southampton win away, Oh
Score in a brothel,
You couldn't score in a brothel
I've got a shed (I've got a shed)
Thats bigger than this (Thats bigger than this)
I've got a shed thats bigger than this
Its got a door and a window,
I've got a shed thats bigger than this
Red Army, Red Army
Gordon Strachans Red & White Army
Gordon Strachans Red & White Army
We are the Southampton, the pride of the South
We hate the Tottenham, 'cos they are all mouth
We took the White Hart, and that was fuck all
The Southampton will rise and the Tottenham will fall
Give Stuart Ripley his P45
Where's yer father, where's yer father
Where's yer father referee
Haven't got one
Never had one
You're a bastard referee
Chris Marsden Football Genius
You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat,
In your Portsmouth slums
He's here, he's there, he's every fucking where,
Matt Oakley, Matt Oakley.
Posh Spice is a slapper,
She must be from Fratton,
When she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of King Strachan
On May the 1st in '76 the boys in yellow and blue,
Went up to London Town to show Utd what to do.
And when Stokes' shot hit the back of the net you
Ought to hear them sigh
And when the final whistle went you ought to hear
Them cry,
La, la, la, laa, la, it's Man Utd, they're the
Biggest fucking wankers in the world
His name is Ronny Davies he's the leader of the team
The greatest centre forward that the world has ever seen
You always can rely on him to score the vital goal
And as for ...(fill out a name) you can stick him up your hole
La la la la, la la la la la etc
Six foot two eyes of blue,
Big Jim Steele is after you,
la la la la-la, la la-la, la la
Jason Dodd, Dodd, Dodd
Our Claus in the middle of defence our Claus
Who needs Deano when we've got Paul Williams!
Le Tiss, Le Tiss Matt, Matt Le Tiss
Gets the ball takes the piss
Matt Le Matt Le Tiss
Oh Matty Oakley,
Oh Matty Oakley,
Oh Matty Oakley
Knees bend Arm stretch ra-ra-ra
Anders, Anders Svensson
He's our Swedish midfield star
From the town of Elfsborg,
He's the best by far
Knowing me, Knowing you - Pahars
Marian, Marian taking on all men;
Marian, Marian ten out of ten,
Loved by the fans, nutmegged Jaap Stam;
Marian, Marian, Marian
New Boots Tahar - new boots Tahar
Fernandes whaoo
Fernandes whaoo
His name is Fabrice - Fernandes whoooaaa
When the ball hits the net
Its not Owen, its not Cole
Its Delgadoooo
Scott McDonald scored a goal e-i-e-i-o
Here a goal there a goal everywhere a goal goal
Scott McDonald scored a goal e-i-e-i-o
Gordon Strachan's Tartan Army
I'd rather be Ginger than a Skate!
Like a Bridge over the Itchen River
The best Left back around
Like a Bridge over the Itchen River
For England and Saints
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