ASTON VILLA

We'll never die, we'll never die!
We'll never die, we'll never die!
We'll never die, we'll never die!
We'll keep the Villa flag, flying high
And Aston Villa will never die!

Que sera sera,
We'll put the champagne on ice
We're going to Wembley twice!
Que sera sera.

Aston Villa!
Aston Villa!
We'll support you ever more!
We'll support you ever more!

Support your local team.
Support your local team.
You dirty glory hunters
You dirty glory hunters
You dirty glory hunters...
Support your local team.

What a fucking shit hole!
What a fucking shit hole!

My garden shed, Is bigger than this...
My garden shed is bigger than this...
It's got a door, and a window
My garden shed is bigger this!

Get your tits out, get your tits out,
Get your tits out for the lads!
Get your tits out for the lads!

Who the fuck, who the fuck,
Who the fucking hell are you!!
Who the fucking hell are you!!

My Old Man, said "Be a city fan"
And I said "Bollocks your a cunt!"
We hate the blues and we're gonna show it!
We hate the blues and we fucking know it!
With Spinksy and Burchee... Alan Macinally,
They're the boys who-r gonna make us fine.
If you support the Blues,
Your a Blue nose bastard and you aint no friend of mine...
Altogether now!!!

We shall not, we shall not be moved!
We shall not, we shall not be moved!
And we're gonna win the FA Cup!
We shall not be moved!

Shit on the city!!
Shit on the city tonight! OHH AHH AHH!!
Shit on - the city. Shit on the city tonight.
We'll say shit on the city!
Tonight lads COME ON!!
(repeat)

Oh when the Villa - go marchin' in...
Oh when the Villa go marchin' in...
I wanna be- in that number!!
Oh when the Villa go marching in
OH WHEN, the VILLA
Oh when the VILLA
GO MARCHING IN
Go marchin' in
Oh when the Villa go marchin' in

En-ge-land
En-ge-land
En-ge-land
En-ge-land

Europe 'ere we come!
Europe Europe, 'ere we come!

There's a circus in the town...
In the town
Trevor Francis is a clown...
Is a clown

Que sera sera!!
Whatever will be, will be...
We're going to Wembley!!
Que sera sera...

She wore, she wore, she wore a claret ribbon.
She wore it for the Villa, in the merry month of May,
and when I asked, her why she wore that ribbon.
She said it's for the Villa, coz we're going to WEMBLEY!!
WEMBLEY!! WEMBLEY!!
and we're the famous Aston Villa and we're going to WEMBLEY!!
WEMBLEY!! WEMBLEY!!

Oi-o, Oi-o, it's up the Holte we go!
Oi-o, Oi-o it's up the Holte we go!
We're all doing the Wembley dance

The famous Man Utd went to Rome to see the pope
The famous Man Utd went to Rome to see the pope
The famous Man Utd went to Rome to see the pope
And this is what he said said said
Who the fuck are Man Utd?
Who the fuck are Man Utd?
Who the fuck are Man Utd?
When the Villa go marching ON ON ON!

Theres only one David Beckham
One David Beckham,
With a packet of sweets
And a cheeky smile
Beckham is a fucking pedophile!
Theres only one... David Beckham

Ohhhhh Teddy Teddy,
He went to Man Utd and he won fuck all
Teddy Teddy

Birmingham, are you listening
To the song, we are singing
Were walking along
Singing our song
Shitting on the city as we goooooo

Cheer up Trevor Francis
oh what can it mean
to a sad blue-nosed bastard
at a... shit football teammmm!

He runs like a woman and he tackles like a queer
He runs like a woman and he tackles like a queer
He runs like a woman and he tackles like a queer
Ohhh McAteer

Theres only oneeeeee greedy bastard!
Oneeeee greedy bastard!!!

Robbie Fowler is illigitimant
He's not got a birth certificate
He's got aids and can't get rid of it
Dirty red nosed bastard

Boring Boring Arsenal!
Bring Boring Arsenal!
Are you Arsenal?
Are you Arsenal?
Are you Arsenal in disguise?

Chim chimmerty, chim chimmerty
Chim chim chiroo
Grahams a gooner
In white and blue

You'll never beat the Villa!!!
You'll never beat the Villa!!!

Dion Dublin
Dion Dublin in the air

Ohhh Stanny Stanny
Stanny Stanny Stanny Stanny Collymore

And it's Aston Villa
Aston Villa FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen

Can you hear the cocknies singing?
No, No!
Can you hear the cocknies singing?
No, No!
Can you hear the cocknies singing?v I can't hear a fucking thing!

We all follow the villa.
Wow, wow, its up the holte we go,
Wow, wow, its up the holte we go,
And if you are a city fan,
You surrender or you die.

You are my villa. oohh.
My only villa. oohh.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never notice how much we love you,
So please don't take my villa away.

Birmingham city,
Birmingham city,
100 years and won fuck all,
Birmingham city.

Fight, fight where ever you maybe,
We are the boys from the holte army,
And we'll lead you all,
Whoever you maybe,
We'll lead you all to the holte army.

Claret blue army!

Oh Birmingham, is full of fun,
Oh Birmingham is full of fun.
It's full of tits fanny and the villa,
Oh Birmingham is full of fun.

Birmingham are you listening,
To the song we're singing,
We're walking a long,
Singing a song,
Shitting on the city as we gooo!

I'd rather be an Afgan than a manc!

You've only come to see the villa

Some say that St Andrews is a wonderful place
To the boys from Villa park it's a fucking disgrace
They say they've got showers but we know the truth,
there's a hole in the roof where the rain pisses through
Sing up, we hate oh we hate the city, we hate the city, we do,
Oh we hate, oh we hate the city and we love it when them bastards lose.

Fred West it's all quiet there
Fred West cause they've been dead for years
Fred West where did they go
Fred West under the patio
Fred West he don't give a fuck
Fred West he just cuts em up
Fred West he aint doing so well
Fred West hangin in his cell
Fred West is a Villa fan!
Fred West is a Villa fan!

Trcacie Andrews is our friend
Is our friend
Is our friend
Tracie Andrews is our friend
She kills noses!

Let her out to kill some more
Kill some more
Kill some more
Let her out to kill some more
Tracie Andrews!

Tracie, Tracie Tracie Andrews
You're our hero cause you killed a blues
You stabbed him in his head
And now the bastards dead
And he looks sweet
Dead in the street
You are Villa and he was blues

As I walked onto the steps of the Holte End,
As I walked onto the Holte End one day,
I saw a young Bluenose all cut up in ribbons
Battered and bleeding on the Holte end he lay.
...
I said to the Bluenose what has happened to you,
Why have they beat you and left you this way,
He said all I did was to come on the Holte End,
To come on the Holte End to sing and to pray
...
I sang that the City were better than Villa
That Villa were shit and they couldn't play,
So they beat me and cut me and left me in ribbons
And here in a pool of my own blood I lay,
...
So let this be a lesson to all bluenosed bastards
Don't come on the Holte End to sing and to pray
'Cause if you dare say a word about our Aston Villa
Iit'll be the last fucking word that you'll ever say.
Villa, Villa, Villa, Villa

Six foot two, eyes of blue
Sammy Morgans after you
La la la la, la la la, la la

Trever Francis walks on water
La la la la la, la la la la
Brian Little walks on Francis
La la la la la, la la la la

Oh Oh Ohhh Francis
Oh Oh Ohhh Francis
I'd walk a mile and a bit
To rub your face in some shit
Oh Francis

Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly,
have you heard of the North Bank Highbury?
Shanks said no, I don't think so,
but I've heard of the Holte End agro.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
We are the Villa boot boys!