Elton John's
Taylor made army

Graham Taylor's having a party
Bring your vodka and Bacardi

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over luton tommorow
And shit on the bastard's below, below
Shit on, shit on
I'd shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on, I'd shit on the bastard's below.

He's only a poor little hatter
His face is all tattered and torn
He made me feel sick
So I hit him with a brick
And now he don't sing anymore

When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother...
What will I be?
Will I be Watford or luton town?
Here's what she said to me
Wash your mouth out son
And go get your father's gun
And shoot some luton scum
Shoot some luton scum
We hate luton
You stinky gippo's.

My old man
Said be a luton fan
I said fuck off, bollocks
Your a cunt
Your a cunt

Watford Till I die
I'm Watford Till I die
I know I am
I'm sure I am
I'm Watford Till I die

We're by far the greatest team
The World has ever seen
And it's Watford F.C
Watford F.C are great
We're by far the greatest team
The World has ever seen

Hello, Hello
We are the Watford boys
Hello, Hello
We are the Watford boys
If you are a luton fan, Surrender or you die
We all follow the Watford

We love you Watford
We do
We love you Watford
We do
We love you Watford
We do
Oh! Watford we love you

Who Who Who let the Horns out!
Who Who Who let the Horns out!
Who Who Who let the Horns out!

Watford where ever we may be
We are the boys from the Rookery
And we don't give a Fuck Who ever you may be
'Cause we are the famous WFC

Plastic supporters!

Nice Ground Shit Fans

Where were you on Wednesday night

Your not singing any more

Oh Highbury, Is a Library

Andy Gray is a wanker