Shoot the Rovers
When I was just a little boy I asked my mother what will I be? Will I be Rovers? or will I be Bohs? Here's what she said to me: 'Wash your mouth my son, And get your father's gun, And shoot the Rovers scum, We hate Rovers, We hate Rovers, We hate Rovers...
Brilliant chant and lyrics (Ed: Err, only just got through)