Who's that coming up the hill, boys?
The Wanderers are coming up the hill, boys.
They all laugh at us, they all mock at us;
They all say our days are numbered.

But to be a Wanderer, victorious are we,
So you'd better hurry up 'cos we're gonna win the cup,
We're the pride of division three, two, one.

Victorious and glorious,
We took the Stretford End between the four of us...

Stand up if you hate Man U
Stand up if you hate Man U
Stand up if you hate Man U
Stand up if you hate Man U.

The referee's a wanker
The referee's a wanker.

Who put the ball in the scumbags' net?
Who put the ball in the scumbags' net?
Who put the ball in the scumbags' net?
Super Michael Ricketts
Super, super Mike,
Super, super Mike,
Super Michael Ricketts.

We are the one and the only Wanderers
We are the one and the only Wanderers
We are the one and the only Wanderers
SAM!

There's only one John McGinlay
There's only one John McGinlay;
Walking along,
Singing a song,
Walking in McGinlay wonderland.

He's here, he's there,
he's every fucking where

Hate Man United, we only hate Man United
Hate Man United, we only hate Man United.
Hate Man United, we only hate Man United,
Hate Man United, we only hate Man United.

Oh, the scumbags Man United went to Rome to see the Pope
Oh the scumbags Man United went to Rome to see the Pope,
Oh the scumbags Man United went to Rome to see the Pope
and this is what he said:
Who the fuck are Man United?
Who the fuck are Man United?
Who the fuck are Man United?
May the Whites go marching ON ON ON.

Can we play you every week?
Can we play you every week?

Are you City in disguise?
Are you City in disguise?

Cheer up Mark McGhee
Oh what can it mean
To be a sad Scottish wanker
with a shite football team?

You can't read and you can't write,
but you can drive a tractor.
You can't tell your left from right,
but you can drive a tractor.

to referees Barry Knight and Andy d'Urso:
Who's the bastard in the black?
Who's the bastard in the black?

As he lay on the battlefield dying
with the brains pouring out of his head
as he lay on the battlefield dying dyin dying
these were the last words he said,
...
Don't bury me under no Fenian banner
don't bury me under no Fenian flag
'cos I've died for the Billy of Orange
and these are the best days I've had.

Ryan Giggs Ryan Giggs your face is like the moon
Ryan Giggs Ryan Giggs your father was a coon
Do people snigger
Your father was a nigger
Ryan Giggs Ryan Giggs Ryan Giggs

Posh spice is a slapper
she's got no fucking tits
and when she's shagging Beckham
she's thinking of Ricketts
She takes up the shitter
She takes it in the mouth
and when he's finished with
the slag he sends her back down south

Eyes right
Foreskin tight
Bollocks to the front
We're the boys who make no noise
and we're only after cunt.
We're the heroes of the night
and we'd rather fuck than fight
WE are the bolton wanderers super fusiliers
FUSILIERS

who's that dieing on the runway?
Who's that dieing in the snow?
I's Matt Busby and his boys
Making all the fucking noise
cause they couldn't get their aeroplane to go

Hark now hear the Wanderers sing
The pilot was my mate
he was the man who crashed the plane
in nineteen fifty eight

I'd like to go to old trafford and burn the stretford down,
I'd like to go to London town and kick the shed around,
I'd like to go to Nottingham and throw them in the Trent,
and when they asked us who we are we'd say the Embankment,
EMBANKMENT clap clap clap EMBANKENT

I was born under the lever end
I as born under the Lever end
boots were made for kickin
Knives were made to slash
I've never seen a munich fan,
I did'nt want to bash
I was born under the Lever end,
the Lever, Lever end.

Can we play you every week?
(Credited with being the first to sing this during the 4-1 win at Middlesbrough in February 1996, when rooted tothe foot of the Premier League)

Where were you when you were shit?
(to Blackburn's new found jump on the Jack Walker bandwagon fans)

Fiiiiiiiiiish
(Adopted South African chant for whenever Mark Fish touches the ball)

Bolton barmy army

Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh
We keep chickens (Feeeesh) in our back yard (tank)
We feed 'em ('im) on Indian (African) corn
And one's a bugger for giving the other
A piggy back over the wall
O we're the barmy Bolton army na na na na na na na ner ner

Mixu Paateleinen
(To the tune of `There's No Limit)

Mixu
Mixu Mixu
Mixu Mixu
Mixu Paaa te leinen

Run, run wherever you may be

Run, run wherever you may be
We are the BWFC
And we'll twat you up
Wherever you may be
And put you in the infirmary

John McGinlay

We've got something you've not got
We've got something you've not got
We've got something you've not got
Super John McGinlay
Super, super John
Super, super John
Super, super John
Super John McGinlay

I was born under a Wanderers scarf
(To the tune of `I was born under a Wandering Star')

I was born
Under a Wanderers scarf
I was born
Under a Wanderers scarf
Knives are made for stabbing
Guns are made to shoot
If you come in the Lever End we'll all stick in the boot
I was born under a Wanderers scarf

Bolton chant