The lions, the lions
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da … roar (war)
Berty Mee said to Bill Shankly,
‘Have you heard of the North Bank Highbury?’
Shanks said, ‘I don’t think so,
But I’ve heard of the Millwall aggro.’
I was born under the Cold Blow Lane
Oh, I was born under the Cold Blow Lane
Boots are made for kicking, kicking in the head
I won’t stop fucking kicking until the fucking bastard’s dead
Knives are made for stabbing, stabbing in the head
I won’t stop fucking stabbing until the fucking bastard’s dead
Oh, South London’s wonderful, Oh, South London’s wonderful
It full of tits, fanny and Millwall, Oh, South London’s wonderful.
Bobby Moore, Bobby Moore, riding through the glen
Bobby Moore, Bobby Moore, with his merry men
Queer as a cunt, takes it up the bum
Bobby Moore, he’s no more, Bobby Moore.
Bobby Moore, Bobby Moore, running from The Den
Bobby Moore, Bobby Moore, he has sex with men
Queer as they come, takes it up the bum
Bobby Moore, he’s no more, Bobby Moore.
If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I’d fly over West Ham tomorrow
And then shit on the bastards below, below,
And shit on the bastards below.
Chim chimney, chim chimney, chim chim cherroo
We hate those bastards in claret and blue.
When I was just a little boy
I asked my father what will I be,
Will I be Arsenal? Will I be Spurs?
Here’s what he said to me:
Millwall … Millwall … Millwall … Millwall.
Hello, hello, we are the Millwall boys
Hello, hello, we are the Millwall boys
If you are a West Ham fan
Surrender or you’ll die
’Cos we all follow the Millwall.
’Ello, ’ello … Millwall agro
’Ello, ’ello … Millwall agro
My old man said be a West Ham fan
I said, ‘Fuck off, bollocks, you’re a cunt,’
We’ll take East London and all that’s in it
We’ll take The Boleyn with the West Ham in it
With axes and hammers, carving knives and spanners
We’ll show those bastards how to fight.
’Cos you’ll never take The Den with The Bushwackers in it
’Cos we’re the pride of South London.
Harry Roberts is our friend
Is our friend, is our friend,
Harry Roberts is our friend
He kills coppers.
Let ’im out he’ll kill some more
Kill some more, kill some more,
Harry Roberts.
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
United, West Ham, Liverpool
’Cos we are the Millwall and we are the best
We are the Millwall so fuck all the rest
Fuck ’em all.