I never felt more like singing the Blues
When Ipswich win and Norwich lose
Oh Ipswich, you got me singing the Blues

I never felt more like singing the Blues
When Ipswich hit five, that's all right
Oh Ipswich, you got me singing the Blues

The moon and stars always shine
The super blues are fine, fine, fine
There's nothing else I'd rather do
Then spend my time with the super blues

(Repeat second verse, then third verse and finally first verse)

He's only a poor little budgie

He's only a poor little budgie
His shirt is all tattered and torn
He started to sing
So we filled the cunt in
And now he don't sing anymore

The pride of Anglia