Birmingham
Blues go down
Blues go down
Blues go down together
Come back up
Win the cup
Kick Fuck out the villa
Come to Birmingham and you will see,
the Ansells brewery, the M&B,
we don't drink whisky and we don't drink rum,
we are the boot boys from Brum!
Brum, brum, brum-brum, brum, brum, brum-brum, brum, brum
Brum, brum, brum, brum, brum, brum, brum, brum ,
brum-brum, brum, brum, brum, brum,
brum, brum, brum, brum...Brummmmmmm!!!..
Come on lets go,
to the champions ball (to the ball!, to the ball!)
are we going to be happy,
at the champions ball.
Cockney scum, get out of Brum!
Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankley
Have you heard of the North bank Highbury
Bill looked round and he said no
But I,ve heard of the City AGG-RO !
City Agro Ro-oh!
City Agro Ro-oh!
Everywhere we go, people want to know,
who we are, shall we tell them,
who we are, were the lads in Blue & White,
we like to sing, we like to fight,
shall we tell them, who we are,
we are the Blues, we are the Blues,
we are, we are, we are the Blues!
In those Liverpool slums,
they go to the dustbins for something to eat,
they find a dead dog and they think its a treat,
in those Liverpool slums.
Ronny get the ball upon the half-way line;
Gives it to Johnny on the wing;
Passes to Jimmy standing on the spot;
And as he hits it in we begin to sing ...
O-Bla-Di, O-Bla-Da Jimmy Greenoff;
La La La, La La, La Laaa;
O-Bla-Di, O-Bla-Da Jimmy Greenoff;
La La La, La La, La Laaa.
We'll
be running round the Bull Ring with the cup, pissed up!
we'll be running round the Bull Ring with the cup, pissed up!
we'll be running round the Bull Ring
running round the Bull Ring
running round the Bull Ring with the cup, pissed up!
Ever had a tin,
Ever had a tin,
Ever had a tin of salmon,
Ever had a tin of salmon spread
Here comes your mother with a loaf of bread,
Salmon, Oh Salmon,
get it in a small tin,
get it in a big tin,
get it from the Co-op, OKAY!
You got me singing the Blues,
the City win, the Villa lose,
oh, oh-h, oh, you got me singing the Blues
Never felt more like singing the Blues
I never thought that I'd ever lose,
without you, you got me singing the Blues
Stand Up
If You Love The Blues
Everywhere we go, people come and ask us,
where the hell are you from?,
were from Birmingham,
sunny, sunny, Birmingham,
were from Birmingham,
sunny, sunny, Birmingham,
everywhere we go, people want to know,
who we are, shall we tell them,
who we are, were Birmingham, were Birmingham,
were Birmingham City! were Birmingham, were Birmingham,
were Birmingham City!
Hail, Hail The Blues Are Here,
Forget about the cheering just get the fucking beer in!
Hail, Hail The Blues Are Here,
shag your women and drink your beer
As you go through life,
its a long long road,
there be joy's and sorrows to,
as we jour-ney on, we will sing this song,
for the boys in royal blue,
oh we are partisan, la, la, la,
we will journey on, la, la, la,
keep right on to the end of the road,
keep right on to the end,
though the way be long,
let your hearts be strong,
keep right on round the bend,
though your tired and weary,
still journey on,
till you come to your happy abode,
where all the love you've been dreaming of,
will be there (where!),
at the e-nd of the road,
Birmingham! Birmingham!
Those were the days my friend,
we took the Stretford End,
we took Arsenal's North Bank,
we took the Liverpool kop,
we took the fucking lot,
those were the days,
oh yes those were the days.
We all agree,
Herriot's better than Yashin,
we all agree,
Hockey is better than Eusebio,
and Villa are in for a thrashin !
We all follow the city,
across land and sea,
we all follow the city,
until victory.
We are Brummies, we are Brummies,
we are Brummies, yes we are,
you are wankers, you are wankers,
you are wankers, yes you are,
cos we are Brummies, super Brummies,
we are Brummies, yes we are!
Oh we do like to be beside the seaside,
oh we do like to be by the sea,
oh we do like to bitty by the prom, prom, prom,
where the brass band is playing,
FUCK OFF WEST BROM!
You are my city (Blues! Blues!)
my only city (Blues! Blues!)
you make me happy when skies are grey,
you never notice how much I love you,
please don't take my city away,
Blues! Blues! Zulu Army!
Blues! Blues! Zulu Army! (Repeat)
We are blue and we're white
And the Villa are shite
Adebola!
Can you hear the Villa sing, No-oh, no-oh,
Can you hear the Villa sing, No-oh, no-oh,
Can you hear the Villa sing,
I can't hear a fucking thing!
Don't cry for me Aston Villa,
the truth is, I cannot stand you,
all through my wild days,
my mad existence,
we took the Holte End,
with no resistance
You'll get it, you'll get foot and mouth,
you'll get it, you'll get foot and mouth,
like a cunt standing in the Holte End,
you'll get foot and mouth, you'll get it!
Hark now hear the City sing,
the Villa ran away,
we will fight forever more,
because of derby day!
My old man said be a Villa fan,
and I said Fuck off silly cunt, (silly cunt!)
cos I am Blue and I am white,
I like to go to the match to have a fight.
We hammer the hammers,
shit on the Villa,
cos we are the famous Birmingham (Birmingham!)
He's only a poor little Villa fan,
His face is all tattered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore!
Shit on the Villa,
shit on the Villa tonight (ooh, ha, ha)
shit on the Villa,
shit on the Villa tonight,
shit on the Villa,
shit on the Villa tonight,
everyone shit on the Villa,
because their a load of shi-te!
Son be a Villa fan, cos thats the way to be,
son be a Villa fan until your dying day.
I said Fuckk off you silly cunt, cos I am Blue & white,
I like to go to the match and I like to have have a fight,
cos I am a Birmingham fan, that's the way to be,
I'll be a Birmingham fan until my dying day.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had Villa on the run,
but the joy didn't last,
because the bastards ran too fast!
Oh when the Blues,
go marching in,
oh when the Blues go marching in,
I want to be in that number,
when the Blues go marching in.
Cheer up Mark McGhee,
oh what can it mean,
to a sad Scottish bastard,
and a shit football te-am.
Wem-ber-lee, Wem-ber-lee,
were the only team in Birmingham,
who's going to Wem-ber-lee!
Railway, Railway, Give Us A Song,
Railway Give Us A Song!
I cant read, I can't write,
but that dont really matter.
cause I'm a Norwich City fan,
and I can drive a tractor!
Boyo , Boyo, You Couldn't Fill A Fridge,
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, You Couldn't Fill A Fridge,
Your Mother's Selling Tupperware,
You Father's pissed his pants,
Were all doing the Cardiff Dance!