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When you’re smiling

Oh when you’re smiling

When you’re smiling

The whole world smiles with you

When you’re laughing

When you’re laughing

The sun comes shining through

But when you’re crying, you bring on the rain

So stop your sighing, be happy again

‘Cos when you’re smiling

When you’re smiling

The whole world smiles with you

The whole world smiles with you

The – whole – world – smiles – with – you

And Leicester!!!

And Leicester!!!

And Leicester!!!

Our boys in blue

Leicester City

Our boys in blue

The terrace sings

A song for you

(Repeat, ad nauseam)

Bring on the Sunderland and Arsenal

Bring on the Sunderland and Arsenal

Bring on the Scousers by the score (by the score)

Barcelona, Real Madrid

They’ll all make a mighty bid

But they won’t beat the Leicester any more

We’ll never be mastered

Forever and ever

We’ll follow our team

We’re Leicester City, we rule supreme

We’ll never be mastered

By those Forest bastards

We’ll keep the blue flag flying high

When Skies Are Grey

You are my Leicester, my only Leicester

You make me happy, when skies are grey

You’ll never notice, how much I love you

So please don’t take, my Leicester, away

Nanananana ooh, ooh!

Leicester score

Leicester score, Leicester score

If you get one you’ll get more

We’ll sing you assembly, when we get to Wembley

So score, Leicester score!

Oh when the Blues

Oh when the Blues (oh when the Blues)

Go marching in (go marching in)

Oh when the Blues go marching in

I wanna be in that number

Oh when the Blues go marching in

Iwan is a Welshman

Iwan is a Welshman, he wears a Welshman’s hat

He lives with Julian Joachim, in a Leicester council flat

He scores ’em with his left foot, he scores ’em with his right

And when we play the Derby… HE SCORES ALL FUCKING NIGHT!!!

Wings of an eagle

If I had the wings of an eagle

If I had the arse of a crow

I’d fly over Nottingham Forest

And shit on the bastards below (BELOW!)

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

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

His name is Leonardo (Tune: Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Ohhhhh, his name is Leonardooooo

Leeeeeeicester’s number twenty-threeeee

And yes, he cost a fvcking fortune

But he scores goals so that’s alright for me

(Repeat, ad nauseam)

Leicester Boys

Leicester boys, we are here – whoa, whoa!

Leicester boys, we are here – whoa, whoa!

Leicester boys, we are here – we’ll shag your women and drink your beer

Whoa! Whoa! Shhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

Boys from Filbert Street (Tune: Treat – Kasabian)

I said now everybody knows

We are the boys from Filbert Street

I said now everybody knows

We are the boys from Filbert Street

(Repeat, ad nauseam)

Hark now hear

Hark now hear the Leicester sing

The Chelsea ran away

And we will fight forever more

Because of Boxing Day

We hate Derby

Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

We hate Derby and we hate Derby

We hate Derby and we hate Derby

We hate Derby and we hate Derby

We are the Derby haters

Sheep-sheep-sheepshaggers, sheep-sheep-sheepshaggers BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Red side of the Trent

Always shit on the red side of the Trent, doo-doo, doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo

Always shit on the red side of the Trent, doo-doo, doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo

Coventry slums

In your Coventry slums, in your Coventry slums

There’s nothing to do and there’s nothing to see

Kasabian piss over The Enemy

In your Coventry slums

Leicester till I die

Leicester till I die, I’m Leicester till I die

I’m blue and white and Cov are shite

I’m Leicester till I die

We Don’t Carry Razors

We don’t carry razors, we don’t carry lead

We only carry hatchets, to bury in your head

We are loyal supporters, fanatics every one

We all hate the Villa, the Millwall and West Brom

He played for England

His name is Nugent

He played for England

And he represents the famous Leicester City

Against Andorra, he was a scorer

And he’s gonna score another goal tonight

NUGENT

(Repeat, ad nauseam)

Lloyd Dyer m’Lord

Lloyd Dyer m’Lord, Lloyd Dyer

Lloyd Dyer m’Lord, Lloyd Dyer

Lloyd Dyer m’Lord, Lloyd Dyer

Oh Lord, Lloyd Dyer

Seven pints of bitter (Tune: Paparazzi – Lady Gaga)

He drinks seven pints of bitter

Then he plays for Leicester

Gary, Taylor, Fletcher

Leicester Boot Boys

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 Leicester Boot Boys’

Na na na na na na na naaah

Na na na na na na na naaah

Na na na na na na na naaah

We are the Leicester Boot Boys

Singing The Blues

I’ve never felt more like singing the blues

When Leicester win and Forest lose

Oh Leicester, you’ve got me singing the blues

Two, Three, Four…

(and repeat)

When You’re Tired and Weary

When you’re tired and weary

Your heart might skip a beat

You’ll get your fucking heads kicked in

When you walk down Filbert Street

You’ll walk into the Spion Kop

And hear a mighty roar

Fuck off you Forest bastards

We are the Leicester boys

The Doug

I see The Doug, The Doug sees me

We brought him out of Division Three

He scored the goals, we made him king

But now he’s gone away

Over The Midlands to Molineux

Starting afresh and starting anew

He scored the goals, they made him king

Dougan forevermore

Dou-gan, Dou-gan, Dou-gan, Dou-gan

Molly Malone

In Leicester’s fair city

Where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Singing du du du du du du du du du Leicester

Ohhh Ian Marshall

Ohhhh  Ian Marshalllll

Scored a fvcking great goalllll

With his socks down lowwww

Against Atleticoooooo

This Great Team

This great team, we scored one

We had Forest on the run

With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal

Why don’t Forest Fuck off home

This great team, we scored two

They’re the team for me and you

With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal

Why don’t Forest fuck off home

This great team, we scored three

Shilton saved a penalty

With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal

Why don’t Forest fuck off home

This great team, we scored four

We all shit on Storey-Moore

With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal

Why don’t Forest fuck off home

This great team, we scored five

We all fight to stay alive

With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal

Why don’t Forest fuck off home

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