
When we venture to a hole in the ground
S**t ground s**t fans, S**t ground s**t fans, S**t ground s**t fans, S**t ground s**t fans...
Sing it proud my son - Classic Chelsea, whatever area of the shed you are in, you roar it loud. Usually goes right to left:
One Dead Granny Steven Ireland Had Chant
She's dead, no wait, she's not, is she? To the tune of Ten Green Bottles Sitting on the wall
Gerrard Where's Your Missus? Chant
Oh Alex Curran, you typical Scouse (Ed: Sorry SG - this by no means reflect the views of those at Fanchants Towers)
We win and the sheep sh*ggers lose this is what we sing