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Shit on the Villa
Shit
on the Villa
Shit on the Villa tonight
Birmingham
chant
(To the tune of `Oh When the Saints)
My
garden shed
Is bigger than this
My garden shed
Is bigger than this
It's got a door
And a window
My garden shed
Is bigger than this.
(Sung by City fans when visiting some of the smaller
grounds in the League)
Don't
cry for me Aston Villa
Don't
cry for me Aston Villa
The truth is I cannot stand you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
We took the Holte End
Without resistance
Birmingham
City FC
And
it's Birmingham City
Birmingham City FC
We're
by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
Chim chiminee,
Chim chiminee,
Chim chim, cheroo
We hate those bast*rds in claret and blue.
My old man said be a Villa fan,
and I said Fuck off you silly c*nt, (silly c*nt!)
Cos I am Blue and I am white,
I like to go to the match to have a fight.
We hammer the hammers,
We sh*t on the Villa,
Cos we are the famous Birmingham
Don't
cry for me Aston Villa,
The truth is I can not stand you ,
All through my wild days ,
My mad existence,
We took the Holte End,
Without Resistance.
Hark
now hear the City sing,
The Villa ran away,
We will fight forever more,
Because of derby day.
Blues
go down, blues go down,
Blues go down together,
Come back up,
Win the cup,
Kick f*ck out the villa.
We
had joy, we had fun,
We had Villa on the run,
But the joy didn't last,
Because the bastards ran too fast.
Can
you hear the Villa sing ?
No, no
Can you hear the Villa sing?
I can't hear a f*cking thing.
General
You
are my City,
My only City,
You make me happy when sky's are grey
You never notice,
How much I love you,
So please don't take my City away.
Oh
when the Blues,
Go marching in,
Oh when the Blues go marching in,
I want to be in that number,
When the Blues go marching in.
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