Whenever I see a UK football game on TV, the fans break out into song at times. I can rarely understand what they’re singing, so I’d like the UK football fans to sing your favorite team’s song in this thread.
I’ve often noticed the same–this is a pretty novel solution!
Nothing to add otherwise, though, as I’m a through-and-through American. I could sing Bear Down Arizona, however 
When you walk through a storm
hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never, ever walk alone.
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Are these songs actually copyrighted? I always figured they were thrown together by fans.
And BTW, can you tell us which team this song is for? And if copyright rules prevent others from posting their teams’ songs, can someone point us American soccer fans towards somewhere where we can find these songs?
nope. Only the really crude simple ones are thrown together by fans.
“You’re shit. And you know you are!”
The one in my previous post is sung by Liverpool FC supporters (It’s ‘You’ll never walk alone’ if the content of that post gets deleted)
They also sing ‘Ferry cross the Mersey’.
The good ones never last - demonstrated by the rage a couple of years ago, while the Kursk was stuck on the seabed, of:
Trouble is, I’ve a split loyalty - my heart goes to Ipswich, but the best chants come from Man City:
General:
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man. United went to Rome to see the Pope,
and this is what he said, “FUCK OFF”,
Who the fuck are Man. United,
Who the fuck are Man. United,
Who the fuck are Man. United,
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.
An oldie but goldie: Niall Quinn (Man City and Sunderland):
Niall Quinn’s Disco Pants are the best
They go up from his arse to his chest
They’re better than Adam and the Ants
Niall Quinn’s Disco Pants
Another Man City one:
My old man said be a Munich fan
I said fuck off bollocks, you’re a cunt
I’d rather fuck a bucket with a large hole in it
than be a Munich fan for half a minute
I fucked it, I fucked it
I fucked and I fucked
I fucked it till I could’nt fuck no more
and I got more out of fucking that bucket
than seeing united score
(note: for Munich read Man. United)
It’s occured to me that maybe we should offer some Scottish chants, given that it’s likely the OP could have stumbled across SPL matches. But I’m not brave enough to post them…
From Newcastle, about 10 years ago (when I could actually afford & get tickets to see them):
“Andy Cole, Andy Cole
Andy Andy Cole
When he gets the ball he scores a goal
Andy Andy Cole”
Not brave enough?
Hearts Hearts Glorious Hearts
It’s down by Tynecastle we bide
The talk of the toon are the boys in maroon
and old reekie supports with pride
This is my story this is my song
Follow the hearts and you can’t go wrong
For some say that celtic and rangers are grand
But the boys in maroon are the best in the land
H E A…R TS if you cannae spell it then here’s what says
(back to beginning)
Sung to ‘My Way’ by Frank Sinatra
And Now, The end is near
We’ve followed Hearts from Perth to Paisley
We’ve travelled far, by bus and car
And other times we’ve went by railway.
We’ve been to Aberdeen
We hate the Hibs, they make us spew up.
So make a noise you Gorgie boys
We’re going to Europe.
To See H - M - F - C
We’ll even dig the channel tunnel
When we’re afloat on some big boat
We’ll tie our scarves around the funnel.
We have no cares, for other players
like Rossi, Boniec, or Tardelli
When we’re overseas,
the hibs will be in Portobelly.
Sung to the tune “Guide me O thy great Jehovah”
Heart of Midlothian, Fuck off Hibernian
We’ll support you evermore
We’ll support you evermore
Or were you not brave enough for the one that starts.
“It is old but it is beautiful…”
As you can see, Knowed Out and fetus, football games are for all the family, characterised by grace and traditional English sportsmanship.
A bit of background on the Munich Air Disaster, which features in many of the compositions.
Well, it turns out “Say hello to the provos” is copyright, and do you really want me to post the whole of the Fields of Athenry?
And don’t forget Millwall to Liverpool the other week:
Um…
Uh…
My baby takes the morning train…
He works from nine till five…
How about that classic Falkirk song:
Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
He’s deid
He’s gone
He left the gas on
Norrie McCathie
Norrie McCathie
(Norrie McCathie played for Dunfermline, one of Falkirk’s most hated rivals, and died when a faulty heating system filled his home with carbon monoxide gas)
or the old standby sung to Airdrie fans:
Air Da Rie
Wank wank wank
Air Da Rie
Wank wank wank
A recent one from the mighty Crystal Palace. Should last us another couple of weeks . . . until we’re bottom of the league again.
“Singing we’re not bottom anymore
singing we’re not bottom anymore
singing we’re not bottom
we’re not bottom
we’re not bottom anymore.”
I know this one as a spurs song:
My old man said be an arsenal fan
I said; fuck off bollocks you’re a cunt
We took the shed in half a minute
we took the clock end with the Arsenal in it
We hit the hammers with spanners
and then we taught the Millwall how to fight…Which then turns into
“Park Lane Park Lane; so your job” (which is an incitement to violence on the away suporters - tut tut!)
Another Man City one: (to nick-nack paddy wack)
Twelve went up
Seven died
Now Man U play five a side…
Gods own club again:
Hello! Hello!
The Tottenham boys are here
Fuck your women and drink your beer (repeat till it gets boring)
…
Viera, wo-oh-oh-oh
He wants to leave the scum
‘cos Campbell wants his bum…
…
Posh spice is a slapper
she wears a wonder bra
when she’s shagging beckham
She thinks of Ginola
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
And an England one:
Keep St George in my heart, keep me praying
Keep St George in my heart I pray
Keep St george in my heart I am singing
No Surrender to the IRA.
…
Meat Pie Sausage Roll…
My team: Chelsea.
Blue is the Colour
Blue is the colour, football is the game
We’re all together, and winning is our aim
So cheer us on through the sun and rain
'cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name
Here at the Bridge whether rain or fine
We can shine all the time
Home or away, come and see us play
You’re welcome any day
Blue is the colour, football is the game
We’re all together, and winning is our aim
So cheer us on through the sun and rain
'cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name
Come to the Shed and we’ll welcome you
Wear your blue and see us through
Sing loud and clear until the game is done
Sing Chelsea everyone.
We Will Follow The Chelsea (to the tune of Pomp and Circumstance)
we will follow the chelsea over land and sea and
LEICESTER
we will follow the chelsea onto victory
One Man Went To Mow (repeat this all the way up to ten… usually erupts in chanting CHELSEA ad infinitum)
One man went to mow
went to mow a meadow
one man and his dog spot
went to mow a meadow… etc, etc, etc.
And then there’s “Ole, Ole Ole Ole Ole! Chelsea! Chelsea!”