Sunderland A.F.C.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I cant help falling in love with you,
Sunderland, Sunderland, Sunderland

You're just a small town in Yorkshire,
Small town in Yorkshire
(To Middlesboro fans)

2-1, We always win 2-1, we always win 2-1
(To Newcastle fans)

Who let the Toon doon?
Shit shit Shearer

Your'e the shit of Tyne and Wear,
You're the shit of Tyne and Wear!

You couldn't sell all your tickets,
sell all your tickets

Lee Howey,
Lee Howey Lee Howey,
your brother is a cunt.

Who put the ball in the Geordies net,
who put the ball in the Geordie's net,
Who put the ball in the Geordies net
Super Kevin Phillips

Fuck 'em all
fuck 'em all
Robson and Shearer and all
we'll never be mastered by black and white bastards
cos Sunderlands the best of 'em all

Niall Quinn's disco pants are the best
they go right from his arse to his chest
they are better than Adam and the ants
Niall Quinn's disco pants

When i was young
i had no sence
i bought a flute for fifty pence
the only tune that i could play
was fuck Bobby and his toon army
da da da da
(to the tune of the first bit)

oh i could fly without wings
on the back of Reidy's wings
at three o'clock im as happy as can be
cos the good times they are here
and the premiership is near
so watch out world as all of roker sings
(to the cune of daydream beliver)

Cheer up Peter Reid
oh what can it mean
to a Sunderland supporter
to be top of the league

We once thought of you as a scouser dressed in blue
but now your red and white through and through
we had all dreamt of the day
when a saviour would come our way
and now we know our dreams are coming true

Flying high
up in the sky
we'll keep the red flag flying high
where ever you go
your sure to know
we'll keep the red flag flying high

The galogate
(the galogate)
is allways full
(is allways full)
the galogate is allways full
of puff dicks and wankers
the galogate is allways full

Shearer is a wanker
he wears a wankers hat
he plays for scum united
he is a fucking twat
he fucks up on the left wing
he fucks up on the right
and when he plays for England
he's a load of fucking shite

There's only one senile bastard
one senile bastard
with his pension book and his zimmer frame
Bobby Robsons pissed himself again

We're on our way
on our way
to the premier
were on our way
and how will we get there (i dont know)
and when will we get there (i dont know)
cos all i know is Sunderlands on thier way

Super superkev
super superkev
super superkev
super Kevin Phillips

There's only one shearer bastard
one shearer bastard
with his packet of sweets
and his cheeky smile
shearer is a fucking pedophile

We love you Sunderland we do
we love you Sunderland we do
we love you Sunderland we do
oh Sunderland we love you

Shearer, where ever you may be,
You are the king of child pornography,
He goes in the showers with the Mags youth team,
And while he's in there you should hear them scream.

ALAN SHEARER IS ILLEGITAMATE
HE AINT GOT NO BIRTH CERTIFICATE
HES GOT AIDS AND CANT GET RID OF IT!
DIRTY BLACK N WHITE BAS-TARD!!!!

Wor me lads, you should have seen them gannin
Sheppard and Hall where having a ball,
They said in the Sunday papers,
The fans are shite, their not too bright
The lasses have ugly faces,
Oh what a terrible stench there is,
In the boardroom at St James
...
The toon's enraged, they've been betrayed,
They want a resignation,
The shares they fell because of the smell,
Nationwide their destination,
And further down south,
Peter Reid is planning a celebration,
Promotion to the premier league and
Newcastle's relegation
...
Wor me lads, all the toons a gannin
Gannin across St James Park,
To see the public hanging
Shepard and Hall, strung up by the balls
With a pair of Keegans laces
Oh what a beautuful thing to see
Their smiles wiped off their faces

In the Newcastle slums,
In the Newcastle slums.
They look in the dustbins
For something to eat,
They find a dead rat
And they think it's a treat.
In the Newcastle slums.

If I had the wings of a sparrow,
And an arse the size of a crows,
I'd fly all over Saint James',
And shit on the bastards below.
...
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards
Below below

If you hate Newcastle clap your hands,
(clap, clap)
If you hate Newcastle clap your hands,
(clap, clap)
If you hate Newcastle, hate Newcastle
Hate Newcastle clap your hands,
(clap, clap)

Singin i-i-ippy-fuck the mags!
Singin i-i-ippy-fuck the mags!
Singin i-i-ippy, i-i-ippy I-i-ippy-fuck the mags!

There's a circus in the Town, in the Town
Bobby Robson is a clown, is a clown
And Jonny Hall has only got one ball
And Newcastle United are going down, going down

When I was just a little boy,
Me mam bought me a cuddly toy,
It was a Geordie on a piece of string,
And she told me to kick its fuckin' head in...
. Fuckin' head in, its fuckin' head in,
She told me to kick its fuckin' head in...

Shearer, where ever you may be,
You are the king of child pornography,
He goes in the showers with the Mags youth team,
And while he's in there you should hear them scream

An N and an E and a W-C
An A and an S and a T-L-E
U-N-I
T-E-D
Newcastle United - Fuck Off!"

He's only a poor little Geordie,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.

Bobby Robson, he is dying
and the mags, they are crying,
ohh what a way, to spend saturday,
WATCHIN BOBBY ROBSON PASS AWAY!