
To the tune of 'we are Rovers, super Rovers from the north'
Come to Turf Moor, Come to Turf Moor, It's a place of misery. There's a notice, On the doorstep, Saying, 'Welcome unto thee'. Don't believe us, Don't believe us, For it's all a pack of lies. If it wasn't b*stard Burnley, It would be a paradise...
To the tune of 'we are Rovers, super Rovers from the north'
We've Taken All the Passion and We're Following FC Chant
We've taken all the passion and we're following FC