Bristol Rovers

We're loyal supporters, We're faithful and true,
We always follow, The boys in blue
We all made a promise, That we'll never part,
So Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene, I'll see you in my dreams...
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Irene Goodnight Irene,
Irene Goodnight,
Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene,
I'll see you in my dreams
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Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down,
Now me and my wife have parted
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Sometimes I live in the country,
Sometimes I lives in town,
Sometimes I have a great notion,
To jump in the river and drown.
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Stop your gamblin', Stop your ramblin'
Stop staying out late at night
Go-oo home to your wife and family
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I asked your mother for you,
She told me that you was too young,
I wish dear Lord never have seen your face,
I'm sorry that you ever been born.
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I loves Irene, God knows I do,
Loves her till the sea runs dry,
If Irene turns her back on me,
I'm gonna take morphine and die.

I never felt more like singing the blues,
Than when Rovers win, and City lose,
Oh Rovers,
You've got me singing the blues!
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We hate John Ward, And all of the reds,
The only good City fan is one that's dead,
Oh Rovers,
You've got me singing the blues!

Brazil, It's just like watching Brazil
It's just like watching Brazil
The Gas, It's just like watching Brazil
It's just like watching Brazil

He's only a poor little Robin
His wings are all tattered and torn
He made me feel sick
So I hit him with a brick
And now he don't sing any more!

Who's that team they call the City,
Who's that team that never scores,
And they play in red and white,
They're a fucking load of shite,
And John Ward's mother is a whore.

Holloway, Holloway Oille, Oille way
when he hits the ball
he scores a goal
Oille, Oille way

We hate Bristol City,
We hate City too
We hate Bristol City,
But Ro-vers, we love you

When the red, red, robin goes bob, bob bobbin along
Shoot the bastard, Shoot the bastard
Shoot, shoot, shoot the bastard

One team in Bristol,
There's only one team in Bristol,
Oooone team in Bristol,
There's only one team in Bristol

You are my Rovers, my only Rovers,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never notice, how much I love you,
So don't take my Rovers away.
La la la la la, etc.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle All the way,
Oh what fun it is to see,
The Rovers win away!

There's only one Jason Roberts
There's only one Jason Roberts
walking along,
singing his song
Walking in the Roberts wonderland

All Things Bright And Beautiful
All Creatures Great And Small
Rovers Won The Championship
And City Won FUCK all AGAIN!!!

Fight, fight where ever we shall be,
We are the boys from the West Country,
We don't give a fuck, where ever we shall be,
Cause we are the boys from the West Country!!

E-i, E-i, E-i, oh !
Up the football league we go,
When we win promotion,
This is what we'll sing,
Holloway, Holloway,
Holloway's team!

Cheer up Tony Pulis,
Oh what can it mean, to a
Sad Northern bastard,
In charge of a shit football team.

My old man said
I have to be a city fan
I said Fuck off, fuck off,
you're a cunt, you're a cunt