CHELSEA FC “CHANT!!!”

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One man went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
One man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Two men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Three men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Four men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Five men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Six men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Six men, five men, four men, three men, two men,
one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Seven men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Seven men, six men, five men, four men, three men,
two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Eight men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Eight men, seven men, six men, five men, four men,
three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Nine men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Nine men, eight men, seven men, six men, five men,
four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Ten men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Ten men, nine men, eight men, seven men, six men,
five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,

Chelsea!, Chelsea!

Where ever they go we’ll follow our team,
For we are the Chelsea and we are supreme,
We’ll never be mastered by no northern bastards,
And we’ll keep the blue flag flying high,
Flying high, up in the sky,
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high
From Stamford Bridge to Wemb(er)ley
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high

Celery, Celery
If she don’t come,
I’ll tickle her bum
with a lump of celery

Carefree, wherever we may be
We are the famous CFC
And we don’t give a fuck
Whoever you may be
‘Cos we are the famous CFC

We will follow the Chelsea
Over land and sea – And Leicester!
We will follow the Chelsea
onnnntooo vi-ic-toreee
We will follow the Chelsea
Over land and sea – And Leicester!
We will follow the Chelsea
onnnntooo vi-ic-toreee

Blue is the colour, football is the game
We’re all together, and winning is our aim
So cheer us on through the sun and rain
’cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name
Here at the Bridge whether rain or fine
We can shine all the time
Home or away, come and see us play
You’re welcome any day
Blue is the colour, football is the game
We’re all together, and winning is our aim
So cheer us on through the sun and rain
’cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name

Come to the Shed and we’ll welcome you
Wear your blue and see us through
Sing loud and clear until the game is done
Sing Chelsea everyone.

You are my Chelsea, my only Chelsea
You make me happy when skies are grey
I never noticed how much I loved you
Until you’ve taken my Chelsea away
La, la, la, la, la…

He’s Here He’s There He’s Every Fucking Where,
FRANK LEBEOUF, FRANK LEBEOUF,

He comes from the Ivory Coast
Kalou! Kalou!
He don’t do coke like Adrian
Mutu! Mutu!
He came in on the left
He put it right on Riise’s head
That’s why we love
Saloman Kalou!

Who’s that team they call the Chelsea
Who’s that team we all adore
We’re the boys in blue and white and we fight with all our might
And we’re out to show the world the way to score
Bring on Tottenham or The Arsenal
Bring on Scousers by the score
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Tottenham are a load of y***
And we’re out to show the world the way to score

And it’s super Chelsea
Super Chelsea f.c.
We’re by far the greatest team…
The world has ever seen

“You came all this way and lost.”
(against Manchester United)

You can stick George Graham up your arse
You can stick George Graham up your arse
You can stick George Graham, stick George Graham
Stick George Graham up your arse!!

“What’s it like to be outclassed?”
“Can we play you every week”
(against Middlesboro)

You’re French and you know you are
You’re French and you know you are
You’re French and you know you are
(against FC Brugge)

Come along, come along
Come along and sing this song
We’re the boys in blue
In Division Two
But we won’t be staying long

We’re the middle were the middle were the middle of the shed
We’re the white wall were the white wall were the white wall of the shed
We’re the middle were the middle were the middle of the shed
We’re the west side were the west side were the west side of the shed
We’re the middle were the middle were the shed
We’re the shed end were the shed end were the shed end of Stamford bridge.

Benches give us a song
Benches benchs give us a song!

‘Your going home in a combine harvester’
(against Bristol City)

Fuck em all, fuck em all,
Man U, West Ham Liverpool,
Coz we are the Chelsea and we are the best,
We are the Chelsea so Fuck all the rest

My old man said be a Chelsea fan
And don’t dilly-dally on the way
We’ll take the Tottenham in half a minute
We’ll take the North Bank and all that’s in it
With hatchets and hammers
Carving knifes and spanners
We’ll show those West Ham bastards how to fight
If you can’t take the North bank in half a minute
You can’t be a Chelsea fan

My old man said be a Tottenham fan
I said fuck off, bollocks, you’re a cunt
We’ll take the North stand in half a minute
We’ll take the South End and all that’s in it
With hatchets and hammers
Carving knives and spanners
We’ll show them Tottenham bastards what to do
You’ll be dead in a minute, if your hearts not in it
And you’re not wearing the blue

The famous Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see The Pope
The famous Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see The Pope
The famous Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see The Pope
And this is what he said:
Fuck off!!!

Who’s that team they call the Chelsea
Who’s that team we all adore
We’re the boys in blue and white and we fight with all our might
And we’re out to show the world the way to score
Bring on Tottenham or The Arsenal
Bring on Scousers by the score
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Tottenham are a load of yids
And we’re out to show the world the way to score

If you’re standing
On a corner
With a red scarf
Round your neck
Chelsea boys
Will come and get ya
And we’ll break
Your fucking neck
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la

Chim chimeny, chim chimeny, chim chim chereu
We hate those bastards in claret and blue

He’s Marcel Desailly
He’s Marcel Desailly
He’s hard as fuck, he is the rock
He’s Marcel Desailly

GIAN-FRANCO ZOLA
La, la, la, la, la la
Gianfranco Zola
La, la, la, la, la la
Gianfranco Zola
La-la-la-la-la-la

Live round the corner,
you only live round the corner
(To Manchester United fans)

You’re Welsh and you know you are
(To Shrewsbury fans)

He’s only a poor little yiddo
He stands at the back of the shelf
He goes to the bar, to get a lager
And only buys one for himself
He’s only a poor little yiddo. YIDDO!

Debt free, wherever you may be
We’re gonna buy everyone we see
Cos we don’t give a fuck about the transfer fee
Cos we are the wealthy CFC!

GEREMI! GEREMI!
If she don’t come I’ll tickle her bum with a length of Geremi!’

At the Chelsea shed, born was a star
Scoring goals past Pat Jennings from near and from far
And Chelsea won, we all knew they would
And the star of that great team was Peter Osgood
Osgood, Osgood, OSGOOD, OSGOOD
Born is the king of stamford bridge
Osgood Osgood, OSGOOD OSGOOD
Born is the king of stamford bridge

It was in the town of Wolverhampton
Where most of the fighting was done
And a loyal young Chelsea supporter was shot by a Wolverhampton gun
As he lay on the terraces dying, blood rushing out of his head
As he lay on the terraces dying. He turned to his comrades and said:
GET INTO THEM! GET INTO THEM! GET INTO THEM!

Chelsea celebrate Munich 58

12 went up, 7 died, now Man U play 5-a-side

We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Arsenal too
We hate West Ham United
But Chelsea we love you

Q P har har har har har har har har har har har har har

Small tean in Fulham!
We’re just a small team in Fulham!
Small tean in Fulham!
We’re just a small team in Fulham!

One maka two maka 3 Makalele
4 maka, 5 maka, 6 Makalele
7 maka, 8 maka, 9 Makalele CLAAAAAUDE MAKALELE!

HELLO HELLO!
Chelsea AGGRO
Chelsea AGGRO
HELLO HELLO!

HELLO! HELLO! We are the Chelsea boys
HELLO! HELLO! We are the Chelsea boys
And if you are a Tottenham fan surrender or you’ll die
We all follow the Chelsea

We all hate Leeds and Leeds and Leeds
Leeds and Leeds, Leeds and Leeds
We all hate Leeds and Leeds and Leeds
We all fucking hate Leeds

We are the famous, the famous Chelsea!
We are the famous, the famous Chelsea!

His name is Tommy Baldwin and he’s the leader of the team.
What team? The finest football team, the world has ever seen.
Weee’re the Fulham road supporters and we’re louder than the kop.
What kop? And if you want to argue, we’ll kill the fucking lot!

If we see you on a corner with a red-scarf round your neck
Chelsea boys will come and get you and we’ll break your fucking legs

Tottenham fan. He is dead. Escalator on his head

Chelsea sing, Chelsea fight
Chelsea set the train alight!

Adolf Hitler he’s not dead
He’s the leader of our shed!

We are mental in the head
We’re the north stand, not the shed!

We’re the north stand
We’re the north stand
We’re the north stand
Stamford bridge!’

Always check on the runway for ice

If I had the wings of a sparrow, and the arse, of a dirty old crow
I’d fly over tottenham tomorrow. And shit on those bastards below
Shit on, shit on. I’d shit on those bastards below, BELOW!
Shit on, shit on, i’d shit on those bastards below, BELOW!

My old man said to be a tottenham fan
I said fuck off bollocks you’re a cunt!

When Hickeys coach comes over the hill hurrah, hurrah
When Hickeys coach comes over the hill hurrah, hurrah
When Hickeys coach comes over the hill and there’s 52 geezers ready to girl
And we’re all going into their end just to dish out some pain

Who are QPR say who are QPR?

You are a scouser, an ugly scouser
Wou’re only happy, on giro day
Your mums out stealing, your dads out dealing
Oh please dont take my, hubcaps away

Feed a scouser
Let them know its christmas time

I’m forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high they reach the sky
But like West Ham they fade and die
Tottenham always running, Arsenal running too
We are the helsea boot boys and we’re running after you

Chelsea Chelsea RUN!
Chelsea Chelsea RUN!
Chelsea RUN from NO-ONE!

Chelsea Boys Chelsea Boys
Laced up boots and corduroys

Rangers boys Rangers boys
Make more noise with Tonka toys

Tottenham Boys Tottenham Boys
No pork pies or saveloys!

Oh Fulham broadway
It’s a long way to run
A long way to run, a long way to run

Super, Super Frank
Super Super Frank
Super Super Frank
Super Franky Lampard

He’s here, he’s there
He’s every fucking where Joey Cole, Joey Cole

In your Liverpool slums
You search through the dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead rat and you think its a treat
In your Liverpool slums, in your Liverpool slums
Your mums on the game and your dads in the nick
You can’t get a job cos your so fucking thick
In your Liverpool slums, in your Liverpool slums
There’s piss on the pavement and shit on the path
you finger your grandma and think it’s a laugh
In your Liverpool slums, in your Liverpool slums

We’re the best behaved supporters in the land
We’re the best behaved supporters in the land
We’re the best behaved supporters, best behaved supporters
Best behaved supporters in the land WHEN WE WIN!
We’re a right bunch of bastards when we lose
We’re a right bunch of bastards when we lose
We’re a right bunch of bastards, right bunch of bastards
Right bunch of bastards when we lose

Come along, come along
Come along and sing this song
We’re the boys in blue from division 2
But we won’t be here for long

When Wise went up
To lift the FA cup
We were there, we were there!

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