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Wolverhampton Wanderers

 

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.