Steps of the Holte End

As I walked onto the steps of the Holte End, As I walked onto the Holte End one day, I spied a poor blues fan all cut up to ribbons, All cut up to ribbons and sh*t on they say, I said to this blues fan what have they done to you, And why have they treated you in such a way, He said all I did sir was go up the Holte End, And say Aston Villa were old men of clay, The Holte did not like it they rose up above him they kicked in his b**locks, They kicked in his head and now that poor blues fan is pushing up daisies, He’s pushing up daisies he's stone f**king dead, Let this be a lesson to all of you blues fans who come up the Holte end to sing And to pray if you say just one word against Aston villa, That will be the last word that you ever say. We’re the villa, we’re the villa, we are the champions…