WARNING - THIS IS SIMPLY A LIST OF SONGS AND LYRICS FOR REFERENCE SUNG BY BRISTOL CITY FANS FROM THE SIXTIES ONWARDS.

SOME OF THESE SONGS

COULD CAUSE OFFENCE . THANKS TO EASTEND CRAPOSS AND UNCLE ERN FOR HELP FOR COMPILING THIS HISTORICAL LIST OF IMPORTANT CITY ANTIQUITIES.

1, 2 , 3 , 4, 5 if you want to stay alive KEEP OFF THE EAST END,

6, 7, 8, 9, 10 If you want to walk again KEEP OFF THE EAST END.

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small.

City rule the West Country

and Rovers rule fuck all!"

THE CRACKERS CORNER GUIDE TO WURZEL CITY SONGS

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Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly,

"Have you heard of the North Bank Highbury?",

Shanks said "No, I don't think so",

"But I've heard of the East End aggro",

La, La, La, La......

Build a bonfire, build a bonfire

Put the Rovers on the top,

Put the Cardiff in the middle,

And burn the fucking lot.

Bring out your riot gear - Citys here

(bye bye Blackbird tune)

Bye bye Swindon ,

Where somebody waits for me,

Whats his name A D

Bye bye swindon

To Cardiff:

Take me back to the slagheaps, the slag heaps of the Rhondda

To that shitty old country they call Wales

They should have built a wall not a bridge

Woooooh, Cardiff City

Knees bent, arms stretched

Chav Chav Chav

City, City now in Division 2

We're half crazy to be supporting you

We ain't got Stanley Matthews

But we got Johnny Atyeo

So ring your bell and rattle like hell

On the terraces made for you

Come and have a go at the East End Aggro

Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough

Cider Submarine

We're all pissed in a Cider Submarine

a Cider Submarine

We're all pissed in a Cider Submarine

a Cider Submarine

la la la la la la la

the Gas went up but they're going straight back down

going straight back down

the Gas went up but they're going straight back down

going straight back down

la la la la la la la

Johnson said

Get behind the team

Johnson said

Get behind the team

Drink up thy zider

Drink up thy zider George, pass us round the mug

Drink up thy zider George, the garden's ver'nigh dug

Thy cheeks bin gettin' redder

From Charter'ouse to Cheddar

An' there's still more zider in the jug

Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider,

For tonight I'll merry be, merry be,

We're going down the Rovers, to do the Bastards over,

There's still more cider in the jar!

fight fight where ever you may be

we are the boys from the west country

fight you all where ever you may be

we are the boys from the west country

First you buy your levis

Then you cut your hair

Then you buy your Martins

Make sure that they`re a pair

Then you come to Ashton

To hear the mighty roar

Fuck off you Cardiff bastards

Its you we`re looking for.

Song & Chants

Galley, Galley, Galley Galley, he is the king of the West Country

I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals my GAAAALLLLEEEYYY

He was only a poor little gashead,

His clothes were all tattered and torn,

He made feel sick,

So I hit him with a brick,

And now he doesn't sing anymore.

Home, home or away,

The Park End of Ashton they say,

If you give us a goal,

We'll sing you a song,

And we'll all be on Match of the Day

I am a cider drinker

When the moon shines on the cow shed

And were rollin in the hay

All the cows are out there grazing

And the milk is on its way

Chorus:

I am a cider drinker

I drinks it all of the day

I am a cider drinker

It soothes all me troubles away

Ooh aargh ooh argh aay

Its so comely in the kitchen

With the smell of rabbit stew

When the breeze blows past the farmyard

You can smell the cow sheds too

When those combine wheels stops turning

And a hard days work is done

Thurs a pub around the corner

Its the place we have our fun

Chorus:

I am a cider drinker

I drinks it all of the day

I am a cider drinker

It soothes all me troubles away

Ooh aargh ooh argh aay

Now dear old Mabel, when shes ableWe takes a stroll down lovers lane

And well sink a pint of Scrumpy

And well play old natures game

But we end up in the duck pond

When the pub is sized to close

With me breeches full of tadpoles

And the newts between me toes

Chorus:

I am a cider drinker

I drinks it all of the day

I am a cider drinker

It soothes all me troubles away

Ooh aargh ooh argh aay

LET CIDER BE THE SPICE OF LIFE!

I can't read and I can't write

But I can drive a tractor

I'm a Bristol City fan

But I loves me Cider

Cider

I loves me cider

I'm a Bristol City

But I loves me Cider

If I had the wings of a sparrow

If I had the eyes of a crow - Chris Crowe

I'd fly over Eastville tomorrow

And sh!t on the bastards below

If you're standing on a corner,

With a blue scarf 'round your neck,

City boys will come and get ya,

And they'll break your fuckingg neck,

break your neck, breack your neck

break your neck,neck,neck,neck,neck

We like to go a wandering to see what we

can wreck,

And If we see a Rovers fan we'll wreck

his Fucking Neck,

Break his neee-ekkk

break his neck neckneck neck neck !

I'd like to buy a ball and chain and fill it up with led

And when I saw a Rovers fan I'd wrap it round his head

It's the East End feelin oh yes it is

If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise

If you go down to the woods today you'll never believe your eyes

Cos Jeremy the Sugar Puff Bear has bought some boots and cropped his hair

And gone to join the East End Bootboys

I'm in love with a girl next door

SMELL MY FINGERS

I've been there three times or more

SMELL MY FINGERS

I can't read and I can't write

But I can drive a tractor

I'm a Bristol City fan

But I loves me Cider

Cider

I loves me cider

I'm a Bristol City fan and I loves me Cider

was born under an East end star

I was born under an East End STar

knives are made for stabbing

guns are made to shoot

if you come to Ashton gate

youre sure to get the boot

I was born under an East End star

an East End , East End star.

JOHN GALLEY SUPERSTAR

HOW MANY GOALS HAVE YOU SCORED SO FAR

Long ago in Bristol Town said the Western Daily press

Bristol Rovers ran away because the East End came out to play

Hark now hear the City sing

the Rovers ran away

and we shall fight last forever more

because of saturday!!

Oh Tweedle Dee Oh Tweedle Dum

We are the East End and we never run….

Ohh were just one of those teams that you see now and then,

You've seen us before and you'll see us again,

We'll drink all your whiskey and Bottles of Brown,

The East End boys are in town

la la la la la la la [Skins]

la la la la la la la

The famous Bristol City went to Rome to see the Pope

and this is what he said

Free Cider for the masses

Free cider for all

Barcelona Real Madrid I don't give a shit as long as there cider in my jar

Repeat with banging of bar

The famous Bristol City went to Rome to see the Pope

and this is what he said

Free Cider for the masses

Free cider for all

Barcelona Real Madrid I don't give a shit as long as there cider in my jar

The wanky Bristol Rovers went to Rome to see the Pope

and this is what he said

FUCK OFF

Who's that team they call the Rovers?

Who's that team that never score?

and they play in blue and white,

And they are a load of shite,

And Paul Trollopes mother is a whore.

Shes a whore

Paul Trollopes mother is a whore

Shes a whore

I was born under an East end star

I was born under an East End STar

knives are made for stabbing

guns are made to shoot

if you come to Ashton gate

Send Bert Tann to Vietnam halleluiah

Send Chris Crowe to Mexico halleluiah

There's only one Gary Johnson

One Gary Johnson

Showin' his class

Showin' his ass

Pants down in a

Burton windowland

There's only one Gary Johnson

One Gary Johnson

Walking along wearing a thong

Walking in a Johnson Wonderland

There were 10 sheep shaggers in a field

There were 10 sheep shaggers

10 sheep shaggers

10 sheep shaggers in a field

And the farmer from England shot em down

And the farmer from England

Farmer from England

Farmer from England shot em down

There were 9 sheep shaggers in a field ……

TOM THUMB

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,

Doobie, Doobie Doo Be

Doobie, Doobie, Doobie, Doobie Do Be

Doobie, Doobie, Doobie, Doobie, Dum, Dum

Doobie, Doobie, Dum. Dum.

Doobie, Doobie, Dum, Dum. Do

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TISWAS [right had side of EastEnd]

SWAPSHOP [left hand side of EastEnd]

repeat

Addams family)

Their ground is a museum,

They really are a scree - umm

You really ought to see 'em

The Rovers FC

(butch voice)

Tiptoe through the East End with your razors and your hob nail boots on

Tiptoe through the East End with me

(in a camp voice)

Tiptoe through the Tote End with your handbags and your plastic flick knives

Tiptoe through the Tote End with me

Trundle is a scouser,

they call him magic daps,

he signed for Bristol City,

there better than the jacks,

he scores them with his left foot,

he scores them with his right,

and when we play the Cardiff,

he'll score all fucking night

You are my City, my only City,

You make happy when skies are grey (& RED & WHITE!,

You'll never notice how much I love you,

'Till you take my City away,

La, la, la, la, la, la….

(Mock-cockney accent)

You're going in the Rivva

Sawpy Wata

Virtute et Industrial

Oh, we be Bristol kiddies

We comes from Bristol City

Where all the blokes is handsome

And all the birds is pretty

Weem proud of our 'ome town

It never gets we down

and we got a little motto

What we sing up Bedminster Down

Virtute et Industrial

Three cheers for Novers Hill

If the City don't win Saturday

Rovers never will

Virtute et Industrial

Shout it to thee neighbour

Virtute et Industrial

An' see thee down the Labour

Wales, Wales, bloody great fishes are

wales,

they swim in the sea,

we eat them for tea,

oh bloody great fishes are wales

We had joy we had fun

we had Rovers on the run

but the fun did'nt last

'cause the bastards ran too fast

Woggy woggy woggy

Eastville Eastville Eastville

We'll fight, fight fight for the red and white "till we win division

What do you think of Rovers?

SHIT

What do you think of shit?

ROVERS

"We've got a fat Dziekanowski, fat Dziekanowski, we've got a fat Dziekanowski

We yell, we yell and when we yell we yell like hell and this is what we yell

C - I -T -Y

We all fight for the cream of the west ( yellow sub tune)

Who are the people?

We are the people!

Who are the scum?

They are the scum!

Scumdidlyumdum SCUM SCUM

aaaaaahhhhhhhh

We are the East end boys (repeat ad infinitum to tune of Neanderthal man whilst kicking back of stand)

The Wurzels Anthem

God save our Cider glass

Long live our Cider house

God save our Team

City are moving South

Ashton and Avonmouth

Avon and Somerset

Keeping Bristol Red

You'll be a mess when the reds get hold of you (same tune as gonna get your fucking heads kicked in )

You put your left leg in

Your left leg out

In out in out,

You shake it all about

You do the Hokey Cokey and you turn

around

That's what it's all about

Oooooooooooooh, Jackie Dziekanowski

ZIDERHEADS