WOLVERHAMPTON WANDERERS F.C.
| Ground: | Molineux Stadium |
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I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
Do you know where hell is?
Hell is at West Brom!
Heaven is at Molineux,
And that's where we come from.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
Wanderers! Wanderers!
Once upon a time, there was a tavern,
Where we used to raise a glass or two, or three or four!
Where we used to while away the hours,
Thinking of the things we used to do.
Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance for ever and a day.
We'd live the live we choose,
We'd fight and never lose,
For we're The Wolves, oh yes we are The Wolves!
La la la la la. La la la la
La la la laaa la, la la la la...
Stand up, if you hate The Shit (West Brom).
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Thank you very much for Stevie Bull,
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much.
Oh, Stevie Bull's a tatter, he wheres the Engalnd cap,
He plays for Wolverhampton, and he is a lovely chap.
He scores with is left foot, he scores with his right,
And when we play the Albion, he'll score all fucking night!
We'll drink and drink and drink,
To Stevie The King The King The King,
Saviour of, The Wanderers team,
He's the greatest centre forward,
That the world has ever seen.
Hark now hear, The South Bank sing,
A new king's born today,
His name is Stevie Bull,
And he's better than Andy Gray.
Bring out your riot gear,
Wolves are here! Wolves are here!
Fight, fight, wherever you may be,
We are the boys from The Black Country.
We'll meet you all, wherever you may be,
For we are the boys from The Black Country.
Black Country, la la la, Black Country la la la.
Always shit on the team
In the tesco bags
D-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d
Always shit on the team
In the tesco bags
Will you come, will you come
Will you come to Molineux
Where were you, where were you
Where were you at Molineux
Where were you, where were you
Where were you when you were shite!
You're just a small town in Oldbury
You're just a small town in Oldbury
When the red red robin
Goes bob bob bobing along
Shoot the bastard
Shoot the bastard
Shoot, shoot, shoot the bastard
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
We all know a ginger twat
Gary, Gary
We all know a fucking twat
Gary, Gary Megson
The shit are going no where
The shit are going no where
The shit are going no where
No where!
The wolves are going up
The wolves are going up
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
The wolves are going up
Alex Rae, Alex Rae
Alex, Alex Rae, he's got no hair,
But we don't care,
Alex, Alex Rae.
Hey, hey jones-ee,
U, a,
I want to go-o-o to the premier league
We hate Albion
Because we can't beat Walsall
We run from Walsall
But we batter Albion!
In the Albion slums,
You search through the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and think it's a treat,
In the Albion slums, in the Albion slums.
Your moms on the game and your dads in the nick,
You can't get a job cause you're so fucking thick,
In the Albion slums, in the Albion slums.
You piss on the pavement and shit in the bath,
You finger your nan and think it's a laugh,
In the Albion slums, in the Albion slums!
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
Do you know where hell is?
Hell is at West Brom!
Heaven is at Molineux,
And that's where we come from.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
Wanderers! Wanderers!
Once upon a time, there was a tavern,
Where we used to raise a glass or two, or three or four!
Where we used to while away the hours,
Thinking of the things we used to do.
Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance for ever and a day.
We'd live the live we choose,
We'd fight and never lose,
For we're The Wolves, oh yes we are The Wolves!
La la la la la. La la la la
La la la laaa la, la la la la...
Stand up, if you hate The Shit (West Brom).
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Thank you very much for Stevie Bull,
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much.
Oh, Stevie Bull's a tatter, he wheres the Engalnd cap,
He plays for Wolverhampton, and he is a lovely chap.
He scores with is left foot, he scores with his right,
And when we play the Albion, he'll score all fucking night!
We'll drink and drink and drink,
To Stevie The King The King The King,
Saviour of, The Wanderers team,
He's the greatest centre forward,
That the world has ever seen.
Hark now hear, The South Bank sing,
A new king's born today,
His name is Stevie Bull,
And he's better than Andy Gray.
Bring out your riot gear,
Wolves are here! Wolves are here!
Fight, fight, wherever you may be,
We are the boys from The Black Country.
We'll meet you all, wherever you may be,
For we are the boys from The Black Country.
Black Country, la la la, Black Country la la la.
Always shit on the team
In the tesco bags
D-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d
Always shit on the team
In the tesco bags
Will you come, will you come
Will you come to Molineux
Where were you, where were you
Where were you at Molineux
Where were you, where were you
Where were you when you were shite!
You're just a small town in Oldbury
You're just a small town in Oldbury
When the red red robin
Goes bob bob bobing along
Shoot the bastard
Shoot the bastard
Shoot, shoot, shoot the bastard
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
We all know a ginger twat
Gary, Gary
We all know a fucking twat
Gary, Gary Megson
The shit are going no where
The shit are going no where
The shit are going no where
No where!
The wolves are going up
The wolves are going up
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
The wolves are going up
Alex Rae, Alex Rae
Alex, Alex Rae, he's got no hair,
But we don't care,
Alex, Alex Rae.
Hey, hey jones-ee,
U, a,
I want to go-o-o to the premier league
We hate Albion
Because we can't beat Walsall
We run from Walsall
But we batter Albion!
In the Albion slums,
You search through the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and think it's a treat,
In the Albion slums, in the Albion slums.
Your moms on the game and your dads in the nick,
You can't get a job cause you're so fucking thick,
In the Albion slums, in the Albion slums.
You piss on the pavement and shit in the bath,
You finger your nan and think it's a laugh,
In the Albion slums, in the Albion slums!
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