Chants

And it’s Aston Villa

And it’s Aston Villa,
Aston Villa FC,
We’re by far the greatest team,
The world has ever seen…

The Bells are ringing

The bells are ringing
for the Claret and Blue.
The fans are singing,
for the Claret and Blue.
Everybody is knowing,
to the Villa they’re going,
Where the Villa are showing,
We’re the best in the land!
(Best in the land!)

We’re congregating
for the Claret & Blue.
The Holte End’s waiting
for the Claret & Blue.
Everybody is knowing,
to the Villa they’re going.
Where the Villa are showing
We’re the best in the land!
(Best in the land!)

When you’re smiling

When you’re smiling,
When you’re smiling,
The Holte End smiles with you.
When you’re laughing,
When you’re laughing,
The sun comes shining through.
So stop your crying,
You’ll bring on the rain.
So start your smiling,
Be happy again!
So when you’re smiling,
When you’re smiling,
The Holte End smiles with you.
Lala lala la
The Holte End smiles with you.
Lala lala la
The Holte … End … smiles … with … yoooooou!

Do you believe in the Villa?

Do you believe in the Villa?
Oh yes!
Do you believe in the Villa?
Oh yes!
Do you believe in the Villa?
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
Villa, Villa, Villa, Villa, Villa
Villa, Villa, Villa, Villa, Villa.

Holte Enders in the sky

As I walked down to Villa Park one dark and dusty day,
I spied a poor old city fan running far away,
I said to that poor city fan, it looks like you must die,
‘Cuz you have seen the glory of …
Holte Enders in the sky

Yippi Aye Eh, Yippi Aye Oh.
Holte Enders in the sky…

We chased him through the terraces, we chased him down the streets,
But little did that city fan know that death must be his fate,
‘Cuz Villa fans rule Birmingham and city fans know why,
‘Cuz they have seen the glory of….
Holte Enders in the sky

Yippi Aye Eh, Yippi Aye Oh.
Holte Enders in the sky…

Birmingham, are you listening

Birmingham, are you listening,
To the song that we’re singing,
We’re walking along,
Singing our song,
Shitting on the City as we goooooo…

If I had wings of an eagle

If I had the wings of an eagle,
and the arse of a crow.
I would fly over St Andrews
and shit on the bastards below.

Shit on, shit on,
shit on the bastards below, below.
Shit on, shit on,
shit on the bastards below, below.

My Old Man

My old man said ‘be a city fan’,
And I said bollocks you’re a cunt (you’re a cunt),
We hate the Blues and we’re gonna show it,
We hate the Blues and we fucking know it,
With Spinksy and Burchy Alan McInally,
They’re the boys who gonna do us fine,
If you support the blues you’re a Bluenose bastard and you ain’t no friend of mine,
ALL TOGETHER NOW…

Russian submarine

In the town,
Where I was born,
There’s a team,
We all adore,
And there’s a team,
That’s fucking shite,
And they play,
In blue and white.

City’s going down like a Russian submarine,
A Russian submarine,
A Russian submarine,
City’s going down like a Russian submarine,
A Russian submarine,
A Russian submarine.

They’re going down,
They’re going down,
They’re going down,
They’re going down.

They’re going down,
They’re going down,
They’re going down,
They’re going down.

There was a team called City

There was a team called city – they came from Birmingham
they got knocked out the FA cup by non-league Altrincham
and in the final minute the referee blew up
and now the bluenose b*stards are out the FA cup
ahh ha ha ha ha ha
ahh ha ha ha ha ha
ahh ha ha ha ha ha
ahh ha ha ha ha ha

Over land and sea

We all follow the Villa,
Over land and sea – And Walsall!
We all follow the Villa,
On to victory!

We’ll meet again

We’ll meet again,
Don’t know where,
Dont know when.
But I know we’ll meet again…
Some sunny day!

You are my Villa

You are my Villa,
My only Villa.
You make me happy,
When skies are grey.
You’ll never notice,
How much I love you.
So please don’t take,
My Villa away…

We’ll never die

We’ll never die, we’ll never die!
We’ll never die, we’ll never die!
We’ll never die, we’ll never die!
We’ll keep the Villa flag, flying high
And Aston Villa will never die!

When the Villa go marching in

Oh when the Villa – go marchin’ in,
Oh when the Villa go marchin’ in,
I wanna be in that number,
Oh when the Villa go marching in.
Oh when the Villa,
Oh when the Villla
Go marchin’ in
Go marchin’ in
Oh when the Villa go marching in…

Que sera sera (I)

Que sera sera,
We’ll put the champagne on ice
We’re going to Wembley twice!
Que sera sera…

Que sera sera (II)

Que sera sera,
Whatever will be, will be…
We’re going to Wembley,Que sera sera…

We’ll support you ever more

Aston Villa!
Aston Villa!We’ll support you ever more!
We’ll support you ever more!

Support your local team

Support your local team.
Support your local team.
You dirty glory hunters
You dirty glory hunters
You dirty glory hunters…
Support your local team.

Fucking shit hole

What a fucking shit hole,
What a fucking shit hole…

Get your tits out

Get your tits out, get your tits out,
Get your tits out for the lads!
Get your tits out for the lads!

Who the fucking hell are you?

Who the fuck, who the fuck,
Who the fucking hell are you!
Who the fucking hell are you!

Der, der, der, der… Villa!

Der, der der, der der, der der, der der,
Der der, der de der der,
Der de der der, der de der Villa!

My Garden Shed

My garden shed,
(My garden shed),
Is bigger than this,
(Is bigger than this),
My garden shed is bigger than this,
It’s got a door, and a window,
My garden shed is bigger this…

Oh Birmingham

Oh Birmingham,
(Oh Birmingham),
Is full of fun,
(is full of fun),
Oh Birmingham is full of fun,
It’s full of tits, fanny and the VILLA,
Oh Birmingham is full of fun…

Villa, Villa, Villa

Villa, Villa, Villa Villa…

Villa! Villa!

Villa (clapping),
Villa (clapping),
Villa (clapping),
Villa (clapping)…

Vill till I die

Villa till I die,
I’m Villa till I die,
I know I am I’m sure I am,
I’m Villa till I die.

Come on Villa

Come on Villa, Come on Villa, Come on Villa, Come on,
Come on Villa, Come on Villa, Come on Villa, Come on…

Paul McGrath My Lord

Paul McGrath my lord, Paul McGrath,
Paul McGrath my lord, Paul McGrath,
Paul McGrath my lord, Paul McGrath,
Oh Lord Paul McGrath…

On the piss my lord, on the piss ,
On the piss my lord, on the piss ,
On the piss my lord, on the piss ,
Oh Lord on the piss ,…

It’s your round my lord, it’s your round,
It’s your round my lord, it’s your round,
It’s your round my lord, it’s your round,
Oh Lord it’s your round…

Can be added with other verses:
Shit support my lord (ref. to opponents shit support)
Istanbul my lord (ref. to UEFA Cup final 2009)

Shit on the City

Shit on the City,
Shit on the City tonight,
(ooo arr)
Shit on the City,
Shit on the City tonight,
Shit on the City,
Shit on the City tonight,
Everybody shit on the City,
Cos they’re a load of Shite…

Jingle Bells

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

You’ve only come to see the Villa

Come to see the Villa,
You’ve only come to see the Villa,
Come to see the Villa,
You’ve only come to see the Villa…

Claret & Blue Army

Claret & Blue army,
Claret & Blue army,
Claret & Blue army,
Claret & Blue army,
Claret & Blue army,
Claret & Blue army,
Claret & Blue army…

Martin O’Neill’s Claret & Blue Army

Martin O’Neill’s Claret & Blue Army,
Martin O’Neill’s Claret & Blue Army,
Martin O’Neill’s Claret & Blue Army,
Martin O’Neill’s Claret & Blue Army…

Seaside

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,
Oh I do like to be beside the sea,
Oh I do like to be beside the prom, prom, prom,
Where the brass band plays,
Fuck off West Brom,
And Birmingham,
Fuck off West Brom,
And Birmingham….

Hello, Hello

Hello hello,
It’s up the Holte we go,
Hello hello,
It’s up the Holte we go,
And if you are a City fan surrender or you’ll die,
We all follow the Villa…

We shall not be moved

We shall not,
We shall not be moved,
We shall not,
We shall not be moved,
Coz we’re the pride of Birmingham
We shall not be moved…

Wherever you may be

Fight, fight wherever you may be,
We are the boys of the Holte Army,
And we’ll lead you all,
Whoever you may be,
We’ll lead you all to the Holte Army.

When I was just a little boy

When I was just a little boy,
I asked my Mother, what should I be,
Should I be Villa should I be Blues,
Here’s what she said to me.

Get your father’s gun,
And shoot all the City scum,
And support the pride of Brum,
Aston Villa…

Glory, glory Aston Villa

My eyes have seen the glory of the villa win the cup,
Seven times we’ve won it, no one else can catch us up,
We are the boys in claret and blue we are the chosen few
And the villa go marching on,
Glory glory aston villa,
Glory glory aston villa,
Glory glory aston villa
And the villa go marching ON ON ON…

Best team in the land

We’ve got the best team in the land
We’ve got the best team in the land
We’ve got the best team in the land
We’ve got the best team in the land

We’ve got Jimmy Rimmer number 1
We’ve got Jimmy Rimmer number 1
We’ve got Jimmy Rimmer number 1
We’ve got the best team in the land

(repeat for:

Kenny Swain number 2
Colin Gibson number 3
Alan Evans number 4
Ken McNaught number 5
Dennis Mortimer number 6
Des Bremner number 7
Gary Shaw number 8
Peter Withe number 9
Gordon Cowans number 10
Tony Morley number 11)

Shit ground, shit fans

Shit ground shit fans,
Shit ground shit fans,
Shit ground shit fans,
Shit ground shit fans…

Cheerio!

Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio,
Cheerio!

Stand up if you love Villa

Stand up if you love Villa,
Stand up if you love Villa,
Stand up if you love Villa,
Stand up if you love Villa!

Shoes off if you love Villa

Shoes off if you love Villa,
Shoes off if you love Villa,
Shoes off if you love Villa,
Shoes off if you love Villa!

Stand up if you got a job

Stand up if you’ve got a job,
Stand up if you’ve got a job,
Stand up if you’ve got a job,
Stand up if you’ve got a job…
(Sung against Scousers)

Sit down if you love Villa

Sit down if you love Villa,
Sit down if you love Villa,
Sit down if you love Villa,
Sit down if you love Villa!

Let’s all have a disco

Let’s all have a disco,
Let’s all have a disco,
La La La La,
La La La La.

Let’s go fucking mental

Let’s go fucking mental,
Let’s go fucking mental,
La La La La,
La La La La.

She wore a Claret & Blue ribbon

She wore, she wore, she wore a claret ribbon,
She wore it for the Villa, in the merry month of May,
And when I asked, her why she wore that ribbon,
She said it’s for the Villa, coz we’re going to WEMBLEY!!
WEMBLEY!! WEMBLEY!!
And we’re the famous Aston Villa and we’re going to WEMBLEY!!
WEMBLEY!! WEMBLEY!!

Have you won the European Cup?

Have you won the European Cup,
European Cup,
European Cup…

Have you won the European Cup,
European Cup,
European Cup…

5-1, we beat the scum 5-1

5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1…

5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1…

5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1,
We beat the scum 5-1…

Handball

Handball…
Handball…
Handball!
(every time a Villa player touches the ball after the opponents appealed for handball)

Down with the Baggies

Down with the Baggies,
You’re going down with the Baggies!
Down with the Baggies,
You’re going down with the Baggies!

Same old Cockneys

Same old Cockneys,
Always cheating.
Same old Cockneys,
Always cheating…

Can you hear the Cockneys sing?

Can you hear the Cockneys sing?
Noooo, Noooo…
Can you hear the Cockneys sing?
Noooo, Noooo…
Can you hear the Cockneys sing?
I can’t hear a fucking thing…
Sssssssssssssssssssst.

You’re supposed to be at home

You’re supposed to,
You’re supposed to,
You’re supposed to be at home!
You’re supposed to be at home!

The referee’s a wanker!

The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker,
The referee’s a wanker…
(repeat)

Who are ya?

Who are ya?
Who are ya?
Who are ya?

Shall we sing a song for you?

Shall we sing a,
Shall we sing a,
Shall we sing a song for you,
Shall we sing a song for you…

We forgot that you were here

We forgot,
We forgot,
We forgot that you were here,
We forgot that you were here…

You’re not singing anymore

You’re Not Singing,
You’re Not Singing,
You’re Not Singing Anymore,
You’re Not Singing Anymore…

1-0 and you still don’t sing

1-0 and you still don’t sing,
1-0 and you still don’t sing,
1-0 and you still don’t sing,
1-0 and you still don’t sing…

Sing when you’re winning

Sing when you’re winning,
You only sing when you’re winning!

It should have been 4-0

4-0, it should have been 4-0,
It should have been 4-0,
It should have been 4-0,
It should have been 4-0…

Small club in Fulham

Small club in Fulham,
You’re just a small club in Fulham,
Small club in Fulham!
(sung to Chelsea fans)

Champions League? You’re having a laugh!

Champions League? You’re having a laugh!
Champions League? You’re having a laugh!
Champions League? You’re having a laugh!
Champions League? You’re having a laugh!

City reject

City reject,
City reject,
Whoah,
Whoah…
(repeated)

You’ll soon be Chelsea fans

You’ll soon be Chelsea fans,
You’ll soon be Chelsea fans…
(sung to other top 4 fans)

Where were you when you were shit?

Where were you,
Where were you,
Where were you when you were shit?
Where were you when you were shit?

Your support is fucking shit

Your support,
Your support,
Your support is fucking shit,
Your support is fucking shit.

Nigel Spink rolls the ball…

Nigel Spink, rolls the ball to Platty,
he moves it onto Paul McGrath and onto Tony Daly,
Tony Daly down the wing like a torpedo,
puts the ball up in the aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir…
for Tony Cascarino…

Sit down Potatoe Head

Sit down Potatoe Head,
Sit down Potatoe Head,
Sit down Potatoe Head,
Sit down Potatoe Head…
(ref. to Steve Bruce)

Cheer up Stevie Bruce

Cheer up Stevie Bruce,
Oh what can it mean
to a sad bluenose bastard
at a shit football team!

100 years and won fuck all

Birmingham City – Shit
Birmingham City – Shit
100 years and won fuck all
Birmingham City – Shit

Blues stay down

Blues stay down,
Blues stay down,
Blues stay down forever.
Come back up,
Will they fuck.
Blues stay down forever.

The shit are going down

The shit are going down, (again!)
The shit are going down, (again!)
And now you’re gonna believe us,
And now you’re gonna believe us,
And now you’re gonna believe us,
The shit are going down… (again!)

There’s a circus in the town

There’s a circus in the town, in the town,
Stevie Bruce is a clown, is a clown,
And Karen Brady is a fucking slaaaaaaaag

St Andrews…

They say that St Andrews is a wonderful place,
I’ve been there myself it’s a fucking disgrace,
They say they have showers but we know the truth,
There’s a hole in the roof where the rain pisses through,
Singing… we hate o’ we hate the City,
We hate o’ we hate the Blues,
We hate o’ we hate the City,
And we love it when the bastards lose,
Lalalalala..

Dirty Northern bastards (I)

Go down pub, drink ten pints,
Get really plastered,
Go back home, beat the wife,
Dirty Northern bastards!

Dirty Northern bastards (II)

You dirty Northern bastards,
You dirty Northern bastards,
You dirty Nothern bastards…

Fuck all

Fuck all,
You’re gonna win fuck all,
You’re gonna win fuck all,
You’re gonna win fuck all,
Fuck all…

Tommy Sörensen

Woah Tommy Tommy,
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,
Sorenson…
(repeat)

There’s only one Pablo Angel

Juan Pablo Angel
There’s only Juan Pablo Angel,
Juan Pablo Angel,
There’s only Juan Pablo Angel…

There’s only one Mellberg

Mellberg,
There’s only one Mellberg,
There’s only one Mellberg,
There’s only one Mellberg…

Mellberg,
There’s only one Mellberg,
There’s only one Mellberg,
There’s only one Mellberg…
(repeat)

Martin O’Neill

Martin O’Neill,
Martin O’Neill,
Martin O’Neill,
Martin O’Neill…

Martin, give us a wave

Martin, give us a wave,
Martin, Martin, give us a wave…

Feed the Hare

Feed the Hare,
Feed the Hare,
Feed the Hare and he will score,
Feed the Hare and he will score…

Gabby Agbonlahor

Gabby Agbonlahor,
Gabby Agbonlahor,
Gabby Agbonlahor,
Gabby Agbonlahor…

Gabby, Gabby Agbonlahor

Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby Agbonlahor,
Hes fast as Fuck,
Hes fast as Fu-uuck…
(repeat)

John Carew, Carew

John Carew, Carew,
He’s bigger than me and you,
He’s gonna score one or two,
John Carew, Carew…

Carew is on fire

Carew,
Carew,
Carew is on Fire!
We don’t need no Baros let the mother fucker burn,
Burn mother fucker, burn!

Nigel Reo-Coker

De, de, der Nigel Reo-Coker,
De, de, der Nigel Reo-Coker,
De, de, der Nigel Reo-Coker,
De, de, der Nigel Reo-Coker…

Ooh-aah Paul McGrath

C’est ooh-ahh Paul McGrath,
C’est ooh-ahh Paul McGrath!

Super Shaun Maloney

Super, super Shaun,
Super, super Shaun,
Super, super Shaun,
Super Shaun Maloney!

Salifou

Sali,
Salifou,
Sali,
Salifou…(repeated)

Martin Laursen

Tut Tut Tut Tut Martin Laursen,
Tut Tut Tut Tut Martin Laursen…

Who’s that coming out of defence

Who’s that coming out of defence
It’s Martin Laursen, it’s Martin Laursen!

Oooh Carlos Cuéllar

Oooh Carlos Cuéllar
You are the love of my life
Oooh Carlos Cuéllar
I let you shag my wife
Oooh Carlos Cuéllar
I want curly hair toooo

Carlos Cuéllar Villa’s centre half

He left Glasgow for the Villa, Cuéllar, Cuéllar
He likes to drink his sangria, Cuéllar, Cuéllar
He’s six foot three with curly hair,
His teeth are fucked but we don’t care,
CARLOS CUELLAR VILLA’S CENTRE HALF…
Alternative version

With goofy teeth and curly hair, Cuéllar, Cuéllar With goofy teeth and curly hair, Cuéllar, Cuéllar With goofy teeth and curly hair,
His teeth are fucked but we don’t care,
CARLOS CUELLAR VILLA’S CENTRE HALF…

Zat Knight

He’s big,
He’s black,
His brother sells crack,
Zat Knight! Zat Knight!

Zat Knight is a Villa fan

Zat Knight is a Villa fan,
Zat Knight is a Villa fan,
Zat Knight is a Villa fan,
Zat Knight is a Villa fan…

Southgate, what’s the score?

Southgate, what’s the score?
Southgate, Southgate what’s the score?
(Sung when winning against Boro)

We all hate Blue Scum

We all hate Blue Scum,
We all hate Blue Scum,
We all hate Blue Scum,
We all hate Blue Scum…

Going up, going down

They’re going up, they’re going down
They’re going up, they’re going down
They’re going up, they’re going down
They’re going up, they’re going down

Blues go up and they’re going straight back down,
They’re going straight back down,
They’re going straight back down.

Blues go up and they’re going straight back down,
They’re going straight back down,
They’re going straight back down.

Ashley Young

Sing ai, ai, Ashley, Ashley Young
Sing ai, ai, Ashley, Ashley Young
Sing ai, ai, Ashley,
Ai, ai, Ashley,
Ai ai, Ashley, Ashley Young

Richard Dunne
Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé,
Richard Dunne, Dunne, Dunne
Richard Dunne, Dunne, Dunne

On the piss

On the piss and we won fuck all,
We’re on the piss and we won fuck all
We’re on the piss and we won fuck all
We’re on the piss and we won fuck all
(after League Cup Final defeat 2010)

We’re on the march

We’re on the march with Martin’s army,
We’re all going to Wembley.
And we’re really shake them up when we win the fa cup,
‘Cause the Villa are the greatest football team

When I was young

When I was young
I had a dream
To watch the greatest football team
So here I am
The dream is real
With Randy Lerner and Martin O’Neill
Martin O’Neill, Martin O’Neill, Martin O’Neill, Martin O’Neill

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