My Old Man

My old man, Said be a Rovers fan, I said f*ck off, B*llocks, You're a c*nt, You're a c*nt, We hate the Rovers and they all know it, We hate the Rovers and we'll f*cking show it, With hachets and hammers, Carving knives and spanners, We'll show them Rovers b*stards how to fight, fight, fight, You'll never take the East End with the City on it fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight... All together now...