I
was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
Do you know where hell is?
Hell is at West Brom!
Heaven is at Molineux,
And that's where we come from.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
I was born, under a Wanderers scalf.
Wanderers! Wanderers!
Once
upon a time, there was a tavern,
Where we used to raise a glass or two, or three or
four!
Where we used to while away the hours,
Thinking of the things we used to do.
Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never
end,
We'd sing and dance for ever and a day.
We'd live the live we choose,
We'd fight and never lose,
For we're The Wolves, oh yes we are The Wolves!
La la la la la. La la la la
La la la laaa la, la la la la...
Stand
up, if you hate The Shit (West Brom).
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Thank
you very much for Stevie Bull,
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much.
Oh,
Stevie Bull's a tatter, he wheres the Engalnd cap,
He plays for Wolverhampton, and he is a lovely chap.
He scores with is left foot, he scores with his right,
And when we play the Albion, he'll score all fucking
night!
We'll
drink and drink and drink,
to Stevie The King The King The King,
Saviour of, The Wanderers team,
He's the greatest centre forward,
That the world has ever seen.
Hark
now hear, The South Bank sing,
A new king's born today,
His name is Stevie Bull,
And he's better than Andy Gray.
Bring
out your riot gear,
Wolves are here! Wolves are here!
Fight,
fight, wherever you may be,
We are the boys from The Black Country.
We'll meet you all, wherever you may be,
For we are the boys from The Black Country.
Black
Country, la la la, Black Country la la la.
Always
shit on the team
In the tesco bags
d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d
Always shit on the team
In the tesco bags
Will
you come, will you come
Will you come to Molineux
Where
were you, where were you
Where were you at Molineux
Where
were you, where were you
Where were you when you were shite!
You're
just a small town in Oldbury
You're just a small town in Oldbury
When
the red red robin
Goes bob bob bobing along
Shoot the bastard
Shoot the bastard
Shoot, shoot, shoot the bastard
Stand
up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
We
all know a ginger twat
Gary, Gary
We all know a fucking twat
Gary, Gary Megson
The
shit are going no where
The shit are going no where
The shit are going no where
No where!
The
wolves are going up
The wolves are going up
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
The wolves are going up
Alex
Rae, Alex Rae
Alex, Alex Rae, he's got no hair,
But we don't care,
Alex, Alex Rae.
Hey,
hey jones-ee,
U, a,
I want to go-o-o to the premier league
We
hate Albion
Because we can't beat Walsall
We run from Walsall
But we batter Albion!
Alex Rae, Alex Rae
Alex, Alex Rae, he's got no hair,
But we don't care,
Alex, Alex Rae.
We'll
drink and drink and drink,
to Stevie The King The King The King,
Saviour of, The Wanderers team,
He's the greatest centre forward,
That the world has ever seen.
Thank
you very much for Stevie Bull,
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much.
Oh,
Stevie Bull's a tatter, he wheres the Engalnd cap,
He plays for Wolverhampton, and he is a lovely chap.
He scores with is left foot, he scores with his right,
And when we play the Albion, he'll score all fucking
night.
You're
just a small town in Oldbury
You're just a small town in Oldbury
Stand
up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand up if you hate West Brom
Stand
up, if you hate The Shit
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Stand up, if you hate The Shit.
Fight,
fight, wherever you may be,
We are the boys from The Black Country.
We'll meet you all, wherever you may be,
For we are the boys from The Black Country.
Black
Country, la la la, Black Country la la la.
Bring
out your riot gear,
Wolves are here! Wolves are here!
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