We're lovers not fighters
Eyes right, Foreskins tight, B*ll*cks to the front, We're the boys who make the noise and we're only after c*nt, Oh the heroes of the night, And we'd rather f*ck than fight, We're the soldiers of the Bolton fusiliers!
Throwback from the pitched battles on Manchester Rd when we were at Burnden Park
Let's Pretend We've Scored a Goal! Chant
Sang to opposing teams when they think they have scored but its either disallowed or just missed