Que sera sera,
We'll put the champagne on ice
We're going to Wembley twice!
Que sera sera.

Aston Villa!
Aston Villa!
We'll support you ever more!
We'll support you ever more!

Support your local team.
Support your local team.
You dirty glory hunters
You dirty glory hunters
You dirty glory hunters...
Support your local team.

What a fucking shit hole!
What a fucking shit hole!

My garden shed, Is bigger than this...
My garden shed is bigger than this...
Its got a door, and a window
My garden shed is bigger this!

Get your tits out, get your tits out,
Get your tits out for the lads!
Get your tits out for the lads!

Who the fuck, who the fuck,
Who the fucking hell are you!!
Who the fucking hell are you!!

My Old Man, said "Be a city fan"
and I said "Bollocks your a cunt!"
We hate the blues and we're gonna show it!
We hate the blues and we fucking know it!
With Spinksy and Burchee... Alan Macinally,
They're the boys who-r gonna make us fine.
If you support the Blues,
your a Blue nose bastard and you aint no friend of mine...
Altogether now!!!

We shall not, we shall not be moved!
We shall not, we shall not be moved!
And we're gonna win the FA Cup!
We shall not be moved!

Shit on the city!!
Shit on the city tonight! OHH AHH AHH!!
Shit on - the city. Shit on the city tonight.
We'll say shit on the city!
Tonight lads COME ON!!
(repeat)

oh when the Villa - go marchin' in...
Oh when the Villa go marchin' in...
I wanna be- in that number!!
oh when the Villa go marching in
OH WHEN, the VILLA
oh when the VILLA
GO MARCHING IN
go marchin' in
Oh when the Villa go marchin' in

En-ge-land
En-ge-land
En-ge-land
En-ge-land

Europe 'ere we come!
Europe Europe, 'ere we come!

There's a circus in the town...
in the town
Trevor Francis is a clown...
is a clown

Que sera sera!!
Whatever will be, will be...
We're going to Wembley!!
Que sera sera...

She wore, she wore, she wore a claret ribbon.
She wore it for the Villa, in the merry month of May,
and when I asked, her why she wore that ribbon.
She said it's for the Villa, coz we're going to WEMBLEY!!
WEMBLEY!! WEMBLEY!!
and we're the famous Aston Villa and we're going to WEMBLEY!!
WEMBLEY!! WEMBLEY!!

Oi-o, Oi-o, it's up the Holte we go!
Oi-o, Oi-o it's up the Holte we go!
We're all doing the Wembley dance

The famous Man Utd went to Rome to see the pope
The famous Man Utd went to Rome to see the pope
The famous Man Utd went to Rome to see the pope
And this is what he said said said
Who the fuck are Man Utd?
Who the fuck are Man Utd?
Who the fuck are Man Utd?
When the Villa go marching ON ON ON!

Theres only one David Beckham
One David Beckham,
With a packet of sweets
And a cheeky smile
Beckham is a fucking pedophile!
Theres only one... David Beckham

Ohhhhh Teddy Teddy,
He went to Man Utd and he won fuck all
Teddy Teddy

Birmingham, are you listening
To the song, we are singing
Were walking along
Singing our song
Shitting on the city as we goooooo

Cheer up Trevor Francis
oh what can it mean
to a sad blue-nosed bastard
at a... shit football teammmm!

He runs like a woman and he tackles like a queer
He runs like a woman and he tackles like a queer
He runs like a woman and he tackles like a queer
Ohhh McAteer

Theres only oneeeeee greedy bastard!
Oneeeee greedy bastard!!!

Robbie Fowler is illigitimant
He's not got a birth certificate
He's got aids and can't get rid of it
Dirty red nosed bastard

Boring Boring Arsenal!
Bring Boring Arsenal!
Are you Arsenal?
Are you Arsenal?
Are you Arsenal in disguise?

Chim chimmerty, chim chimmerty
Chim chim chiroo
Grahams a gooner
in white and blue

You'll never beat the Villa!!!
You'll never beat the Villa!!!

Dion Dublin
Dion Dublin in the air

Ohhhh Stanny Stanny
Stanny Stanny Stanny Stanny Collymore

And it's Aston Villa
Aston Villa FC
Were by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen

Can you hear the cocknies singing?
No, No!
Can you hear the cocknies singing?
No, No!
Can you hear the cocknies singing?v I can't hear a fucking thing!

We all follow the villa.
wow, wow, its up the holte we go,
wow, wow, its up the holte we go,
and if you are a city fan,
you surrender or you die.

you are my villa. oohh.
my only villa. oohh.
you make me happy when skies are grey.
you'll never notice how much we love you,
so please don't take my villa away.

Birmingham city,
Birmingham city,
100 years and won fuck all,
Birmingham city.

Fight, fight where ever you maybe,
we are the boys from the holte army,
And we'll lead you all,
Whoever you maybe,
We'll lead you all to the holte army.

claret blue army!

Oh Birmingham, is full of fun,
oh Birmingham is full of fun.
its full of tits fanny and the villa,
oh Birmingham is full of fun.

Birmingham are you listening,
to the song we're singing,
we're walking a long,
singing a song,
shitting on the city as we gooo!

I'd rather be an Afgan than a manc!

You've only come to see the villa

They say they got showers
but we know the truth,
there is a whole in the roof
where the rain's pissing through
I hate, we hate the city,
we hate the city, we do,
There is a whole in the roof,
where the rain's pissing through,
I hate, we hate the city!

Fred West it's all quiet there
Fred West cause they've been dead for years
Fred West where did they go
Fred West under the patio
Fred West he don't give a fuck
Fred West he just cuts em up
Fred West he aint doing so well
Fred West hangin in his cell
Fred West is a Villa fan!
Fred West is a Villa fan!

Trcacie Andrews is our friend
Is our friend
Is our friend
Tracie Andrews is our friend
She kills noses!

Let her out to kill some more
Kill some more
Kill some more
Let her out to kill some more
Tracie Andrews!

Tracie, Tracie Tracie Andrews
You're our hero cause you killed a blues
You stabbed him in his head
And now the bastards dead
And he looks sweet
Dead in the street
You are Villa and he was blues

Dwight Yorke
(To the tune of `New York, New York)

Start spreading the news
He's playing today
I want to see him score again
Dwight Yorke, Dwight Yorke

If he can (pause) score from there
He'll score from (pause) anywhere
It's up to you
Dwight Yorke, Dwight Yorke
De de, dedede, de de dedede

(obviously not sung since `Yorkie' left for Manchester United)

Roll along

Roll along, Aston Villa, roll along
To the top of the League where you belong
There'll be cups and trophies too
For the boys in Claret 'n' Blue
Roll along, Aston Villa, roll along

Sing when we're shopping

Sing when we're shopping, we only sing when we're shopping
(in the Normid End at Bolton's former home, Burnden Park)

A footballer called Dwight Yorke
(To the tune of `An Englishman in New York)

When he's on the pitch at Villa Park
And he's really on his game
He can twist and turn and score a goal!
Everybody knows his name!

Oooooooooo, he's a footballer
An Aston Villa footballer
He's a footballer called Dwight Yorke

Sign on
(To the tune of `You'll Never Walk Alone, when playing Liverpool)

Sign on, sign on
With a pen in your hand
'Cos you'll ne ver work a gain
You'll never work again
Sign on, sign on

Go once a season

Birmingham, are you listening, to the song, we're singing......... We're
walking along, singing a song, sh*tting on the City as we goooooo!

There's a circus in the town, in the town,

Stevie Bruce is a clown, is a clown,

And Karen Brady is a f*cking slaaaaaaaggg!!!!

And the Blues are going down, going down ....

Savage is a gypo, Savage is a gypo, la la la la
 

When I was just a little boy, I asked my Mother, what should I be,
Should I be Villa, should I be Blues, here's what she said to me Get your
father's gun, and shoot all the City scum, and support the pride of Brum,
Aston Villa.

Build a bonfire,

Build a bonfire,

Put the Baggies on the top,

Put the noses in the middle
And burn the f*cking lot.

We are the pride of the Midlands,
The lions of Brum,
We hate Small Heath, the Wolves and West Brom,
Coventry City on their way down,
And we will be there when the Villa are in Town.

Long time ago in Birmingham 
Eighteen Hundred and Seventy-four
By the light of a gas lamp 
This famous club was born
Hark now hear the Villa sing
A club was born that day
Who's name will live for evermore
Aston V I L L A