Le Tiss, Le Tiss
Matt Matt Le Tiss
He gets the ball, he takes the piss
Matt Matt Le Tiss

Marins Pahars, Marians
Wooooooah, Marians
(to the tune of Kubya My Lord)

And it's Southampton
Southampton FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen

If i had the wings of a sparrow,
If i had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Fratton tomorrow,
and shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on the bastards below

When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what shall I be?
Shall I be pompey? Shall I be Saints?
Here's what she said to me
Wash yer mouth out son
Go fetch your fathers gun
and shoot the pompey scum
and support the Saints
We hate pompey, we hate pompey

Cheer up Glenn Hoddle
O what can it be
For a sad Tottenham bastard
And a shit football team
(to the tune of Daydream Believer)

Englands, number three,
Englands, Englands, number three

We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod
We've got Brett ormerod

You're a scouser
An ugly scouser
Your only happy, on giro day
Your mums out thieving
Your dads drug dealing
Please don't take my hub caps away
(to the tune of You're My Sunshine)

Fratton Park is falling down
Falling down, falling down
Fratton Park is falling down
Poor old Pompey
Build it up with red and white
Red and white
Red and white
Build it up with red and white
Poor old Pompey
Then we'll kick it down again
down again
down again
Then we'll kick it down again
poor old pompey

Super super Brett
Super super Brett
Super super Brett
Super Brett Ormerod

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see
Southampton win away, Oh

Score in a brothel,
You couldn't score in a brothel

I've got a shed (I've got a shed)
Thats bigger than this (Thats bigger than this)
I've got a shed thats bigger than this
Its got a door and a window,
I've got a shed thats bigger than this

Red Army, Red Army

Gordon Strachans Red & White Army
Gordon Strachans Red & White Army

We are the Southampton, the pride of the South
We hate the Tottenham, 'cos they are all mouth
We took the White Hart, and that was fuck all
The Southampton will rise and the Tottenham will fall

Give Stuart Ripley his P45

Where's yer father, where's yer father
Where's yer father referee
Haven't got one
Never had one
You're a bastard referee

Chris Marsden Football Genius

You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat,
In your Portsmouth slums

He`s Here, He`s There, He`s Every Fucking Where,
Matt Oakley, Matt Oakley.

Posh Spice is a slapper,
She must be from Fratton,
When she`s shagging Beckham,
She thinks of King Strachan

On May the 1st in '76 the boys in yellow and blue,
went up to London Town to show Utd what to do.
And when Stokes' shot hit the back of the net you
ought to hear them sigh
And when the final whistle went you ought to hear
them cry,
la, la, la, laa, la, it's Man Utd, they're the
biggest fucking wankers in the world

His name is Ronny Davies he's the leader of the team
The greatest centre forward that the world has ever seen
You always can rely on him to score the vital goal
And as for ...(fill out a name) you can stick him up your hole
La la la la, la la la la la etc

Six foot two eyes of blue,
Big Jim Steele is after you,
la la la la-la, la la-la, la la

Jason Dodd, Dodd, Dodd

Our Claus in the middle of defence our Claus

Who needs Deano when we've got Paul Williams!

Le Tiss, Le Tiss Matt, Matt Le Tiss
Gets the ball takes the piss
Matt Le Matt Le Tiss

Oh Matty Oakley,
Oh Matty Oakley,
Oh Matty Oakley
Knees bend Arm stretch ra-ra-ra

Anders, Anders Svensson
Hes our Swedish midfield star
From the town of Elfsborg,
he's the best by far

Knowing me, Knowing you - Pahars

Marian, Marian taking on all men;
Marian, Marian ten out of ten,
Loved by the fans, nutmegged Jaap Stam;
Marian, Marian, Marian

New Boots Tahar - new boots Tahar

Fernandes whaoo
Fernandes whaoo
His name is Fabrice - Fernandes whoooaaa

When the ball hits the net
its not Owen, its not Cole
its Delgadoooo

Scott McDonald scored a goal e-i-e-i-o
Here a goal there a goal everywhere a goal goal
Scott McDonald scored a goal e-i-e-i-o

Gordon Strachan's Tartan Army

I'd rather be Ginger than a Skate!

Like a Bridge over the Itchen River
The best Left back around
Like a Bridge over the Itchen River
For England and Saints

When the Saints go marching in

Oh when the Saints
Go marching in
Oh when the Saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
Oh when the Saints go marching in
(in rounds)
Oh when the Saints (Oh when the Saints)
Go marching in (go marching in)

I comes down from Southampton

I can't read and I can't write
But that don't really matter
'Cos I comes down from Southampton
And I can drive a tractor

I can plough and milk a cow
And drive a great big mower
But the thing that I like best
Is being a strawberry grower
Oooooo aaarrrrrrr
Oooooo aaarrrrrrr
Ooooooo to be a Southernerrrrrrrrr

Alan Ball

He's short, he's fat
He's a ginger twat
Alan Ball, Alan Ball

Matt Le Tissier

Le Tiss, Le Tiss
Matt Matt Le Tiss
He gets the ball, he takes the piss
Matt Matt Le Tiss

We've got Brett ormerod,
We've got Brett ormerod,
We've got Brett ormerod,
We've got Brett ormerod,

Ormerod rod rod rod,
Ormerod rod rod rod,

Ormerod rod rod rod ,
Ormerod rod rod rod.........

Marian, Marian taking on all men,
Marian, Marian ten out of ten,
Loved by the fans, nutmegged Jaap Stam,
Marian, Marian, Marian.

Chris Marsden is a football genius,
Chris Marsden is a football genius,
Chris Marsden is a football genius,
Our Claus in the middle of defence,
Our Claus in the middle of defence,

Fratton Park is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
Fratton Park is falling down,
Poor old Pompey,
Build it up with red and white,
Red and white,
Red and white,
Build it up with red and white,
Poor old Pompey,
Then we'll kick it down again,
down again,
down again,
Then we'll kick it down again,
poor old pompey,

Hello! Hello!
We are Southampton boys
Hello! Hello!
We are Southampton boys
And if you are a Pompey fan surrender or you'll die,
We all follow Southampton.

When I was just a little boy,
I asked my mother what shall I be?
Shall I be pompey? Shall I be Saints?
Here's what she said to me,
Wash yer mouth out son,
Go fetch your fathers gun,
And shoot the pompey scum,
And support the Saints
We hate pompey, we hate pompey

If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Fratton tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on the bastards below.

Oh, Posh Spice is a slapper,
She must be from Fratton,
When she`s shagging Beckham,
She think's of King Strachan.

Oh, Posh Spice is a slapper
She wear's Wonderbras,
And when she's shagging Beckham,
She's thinking of Pahars.

In your Portsmouth slums,
You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat,
In your Portsmouth slums.

Cheer up Glenn Hoddle,
Oh what can it be,
For a sad Tottenham bastard,
And a shit football team.

We are the Southampton, the pride of the South,
We hate the Tottenham, 'cos they are all mouth,
We took the White Hart, and that was fuck all,
The Southampton will rise and the Tottenham will fall.

Gordon Strachan's red and white army,
Gordon Strachan's red and white army,

Gordon Strachan's red and white army,
Gordon Strachan's red and white army ...........

And it's Southampton,
Southampton FC,
We're by far the greatest team,
The world has ever seen.