Blackburn Rovers


Chim chimeree, chim chimeree, chim chim cherooo
We hate those bastards in claret and blue

Oooh wanky wanky
Wanky wanky wanky wanky wanderers

we are top of the league, say we are top of the league
we are top of the league, say we are top of the league

If I had the wings of an angel
The dirty black arse of a crow
I'd fly over Burnley tomorrow
and shit on the bastards below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below below

Forever and ever
We'll follow our team
The Blackburn Rovers
We are supreme
We'll never be mastered
By no Burnley bastards
We'll keep the blue flag flying high

Hen-choz, there's only one Henchoz
there's only one Henchoz
there's only one Henchoz

Billy McKinlay, clap clap clap-clap clap
Billy McKinlay, clap clap clap-clap clap

Oooh ahhh Gallacher, say ooh ahh Gallacher
Oooh ahhh Gallacher, say ooh ahh Gallacher

He's here, he's there
He's fucking everywhere
McAteer, McAteer

There's a pub down in Burnley I use to frequent
And I met Stany Ternent
He asked me to play
I answered him ney
'Cos we hate Burnley Bastards 'till my dying day
And it's Oh-Ney-never
Oh-Ney-Never no more
'Till we play the Burnley Bastards
Ney-Never no more
What do you think of Burnley?
Shit!
What do you think of shit?
Burnley bastards twats and cunts fannys!!!