Oh me lads we're never off the tele
We hate the fucking coppers
Cos they murdered Jimmy Kelly
United are the bastards
City are the runners
And when we get to Highbury
We'll kick fuck out of the Gunners
Newcastle Brown it has to be a winner
Twenty five pints on a Saturday night
And twelve for Sunday dinner
We taught the geordies how to sing
We taught them how to sup
But most of all we taught them
How to lift the FA Cup
