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To the tune of United States Marines.
On the cold, dark streets of Merseyside,
where the West Hams never been.
Lies the chewed up body of a scouse git,
where the North Stand kicked him in.
To hell with Liverpool.
To hell with Man City.
Coz we'll fight, fight, fight for the Chelsea till we win the football league.
I'd had a top drinking session with some old faces last season and we could all vividly remember the tune and the end of this song, but found we had all developed collective Alzheimers for most of the words. The song was buzzing round my head for the best part of week and it bothered me greatly that I couldn't remember all of it. So many thanks to my friend Bluebeard, and his encyclopedic knowledge of Chelsea in the 60's and 70's, for filling in the blanks.
On the cold, dark streets of Merseyside,
where the West Hams never been.
Lies the chewed up body of a scouse git,
where the North Stand kicked him in.
To hell with Liverpool.
To hell with Man City.
Coz we'll fight, fight, fight for the Chelsea till we win the football league.
I'd had a top drinking session with some old faces last season and we could all vividly remember the tune and the end of this song, but found we had all developed collective Alzheimers for most of the words. The song was buzzing round my head for the best part of week and it bothered me greatly that I couldn't remember all of it. So many thanks to my friend Bluebeard, and his encyclopedic knowledge of Chelsea in the 60's and 70's, for filling in the blanks.
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