We stand around in wind and rain locked in voluntary
All ages all male all swearing all cold
We sing and sway we punch the air
We chant out names we seek a wave
In pens we huddle in corners too
We shout out names we shout abuse
We travel every Saturday
We go wherever we play and pay
spending money we cant afford
We are the fans we go everywhere
In groups of two we punch the air
We sing and sway and dance and swear
We taunt the home fans humorously
The policemen eye us with ill disguised contempt
Our best players all get sold
Their replacements old and slow
The manager raids the Sunday leagues
We have no youth team anymore
The team defends most of the game
We cheer every breakaway three in the box
In goes the cross we hold our breaths
Goalkick
We stand around in wind and rain
Locked in we sing and sway
We buy the fanzine its a con
Written by some Oxford don
who thinks he knows what`s going on
But we know everything
We know how much the players earn
where they live what they drink
What happened on the Swedish tour
and why the right back was transferred
We make a scene in every town
Our accents sting our voices loud
Old ladies in shop doors cower
We are the fans we have power
Some have scars of well aimed boots
Some wear scarves some wear boots
The police escort eyes with ill disguised contempt
The keeper does his level best
He`s overworked and overdressed
The shots reign in we hold our breath
No offside flag the bulging net
We turn up every Saturday
We go know every motorway
We travel miles we don`t complain
We stand around in wind and rain