Songs from the Stands
The fans play a massive part in football and there's nothing more than we they all sing along together to a football chant. Here are some of the chants sung on the terraces at Villa Park. Some chants may include abusive language.
Traditional Chants
(To the tune of : When the saints go marching in)
Oh when the Villa,
Go marching in,
Oh when the Villa go marching in,
I wanna be, in that number,
Oh when the Villa go marching in.
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(To the tune of: The Streets Of Laredo - Johnny Cash)
As I walked out on the steps of the Holte End
As I walked on to the Holte end one Day
I spied a poor Bluenose all cut up in ribbons
Cut up in Ribbons and shit on they say
I said to that Blues fan what have they done to you
And why have they treated you in such a way
He said sir my crime is to go up the Holte end
And say that the Villa were old men of Grey
The Holte End daint like it they came up to fight it
They kicked in his knackers and kicked in his head
Now that poor Blues fan is pushing up daisies
Pushing up daises because he is now dead
So let that be a lesson to all of you Blues fans
who come to the Villa to sing and to pray ,
you say one word against our Aston Villa,
And they will be the last words you fucking say.
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(To the tune of: The Blayden Races)
Nigel Spink rolls the ball to Platty
Platty on to Paul McGrath
and now it's Tony Daley
Tony Daley down the wing like a Torpeeeeedo
Throws the ball up in the airrrrrrrr
For Tony Cascarino
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(To the tune of: Unknown)
Come to Birmingham you will see,
Ansells brewery M&B,
We don't drink whiskey we don't drink rum,
we are the Villa boys, from Brum
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(To the tune of: Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the first day of christmas my true love sent to me
A Jimmy Rimmer as a goalieeeeee
[then]
Two Kenny Swains
Three Colin Gibsons
Four Allan Evans
FIVE KEN McNAUGHTS!!!!
Six Dennis Mortimers
Seven Des Bremners
Eight Gary Shaws
Nine Peter Withes
Ten Gordon Cowans
Eleven Tony Morleys
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(To the tune of: Me and my gal - Judy Garland)
The bells are ringing, for the claret and blue,
the fans are singing, for the claret and blue,
everybody is knowing,
to the Villa we're going,
and the Villa are showing,
we're the best in the land,
BEST IN THE LAND!!!
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(To the tune of: Bread of Heaven (You're not singing anymore))
Aston Villa!
Aston Villa!
We'll support you ever more!
We'll support you ever more!
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My eyes have seen the glory of the Villa win the cup,
Seven times we've won it no one else can catch us up,
We are the boys in claret and blue we are the chosen few,
and the Villa go marching on,
Glory Glory Aston Villa,
Glory Glory Aston Villa,
Glory Glory Aston Villa,
And the Villa go marching on
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(To the tune of: Ghost Riders in the sky - Johnny Cash )
As I walked down to Villa Park one dark and dusty day,
I spied a poor City fan running far and far away,
I said to that poor City fan it looks like you must die,
'cos you have seen the glory of,
Holte Enders in the sky,
Yippeeeeeeeeeeeee eyeeeeeeee aaaaaaa,
yippeeeeeeeeeeeee eyeeeeeeee ohhhhhhhh,
Holte Enders in the sky,
We chased him down the terraces he ran towards the gate,
but little did that city fan know that death would be his fate,
'cos Villa fans rule Birmingham and City fans know why,
now they have seen and they have heard,
Holte Enders in the sky,
Yippeeeeeeeeeeeee eyeeeeeeee aaaaaaa,
yippeeeeeeeeeeeee eyeeeeeeee ohhhhhhhh,
Holte Enders in the sky
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(To the tune of: She'll be coming round the mountain)
Roll Along Aston Villa roll along,
to the top of the league where you belong,
there'll be cups and trophies too,
for the boys in claret and blue,
roll along Aston Villa roll along
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(To the tune of : Bachelor Boy - Cliff Richard)
When I was young my father said, son I've got something to say,
and what he said, I'll never forget, until my dying day,
he said son you are a Villa fan, and that's the way to stay,
happy to be a Villa fan, until you're dying day.
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(To the tune of : Marys boy child (oh my lord) - Boney M)
Long time ago, in Birmingham, 1874,
by the lightof a gas lamp,
a famous club was born,
Hark now hear, the angels sing, a club was born today,
their name shall live forever more,
the V.I.L.LA
Pro-Villa matchday Chants:-
Tune: Amazing Grace
Villa, Villaaa, Villaaaaaa, Villa, Villaaaa, Villa, Villaaaaaaaaaaaaa (you get the picture!)
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(To the tune of : Red Flag)
We'll never die, we'll never die!
We'll never die, we'll never die!
We'll keep the lions flag flying high,
'cos Aston Villa will never die
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(To the tune of : We shall not be moved)
We shall not we shall not be moved,
We shall not we shall not be moved,
'cos we are the pride of Birmingham,
We shall not be moved!
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(To the tune of : Unknown)
And it's Aston Villa
Aston Villa FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
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(To the tune of : You are my sunshine)
You are my villa,
My only villa,
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never notice how much I love you,
So please don't take my villa away
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(To the tune of : Chim chim cheroo)
Chim chimmeny, chim chimmeny, chim chim cheroo,
we are the bastards in claret and blue.
'Cup run' Chants
(To the tune of : Yellow Ribbon)
She wore, she wore,
she wore a claret ribbon,
she wore a claret ribbon in the merry month of may,
and when, I asked,
her why she wore that ribbon,
she said it's for the Villa who are going to Wem-berlee
Wemberleeeeeee, Wemberleeeee,
We're the famous Aston Villa and we're going to Wemberlee
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(To the tune of : Bless them all)
Villa score, Villa score,
Once you get one you'l get more,
we'll sing your assembly when we get to Wembley,
so score Villa score Villa score
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(To the tune of : Unknown)
We're on the march with Martins army,
we're all going to Wembley,
and we'll really shake them up when we win the FA Cup,
and the Villa are the greatest football team
Anti-opposition chants (mainly Blues)
(To the tune of : My old man said follow that van)
My old man, said be a City fan,
and I said bolocks you're a cunt,
we hate he Blues and we're going to show it,
we hate the Blues and we fucking know it,
with Spinksy, and Birchy, Alan McInally,
they're the boys who are gonna do us fine,
and if you support the Blues you're a Bluenose bastard and you aint no friend of mine.
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(To the tune of : Roll out the Barrel)
Shit on the city, shit on the city tonight,
shit on the city, shit on the City tonight,
Shit on the City, shit on the City tonight,
everybody shit on the City,
They're a load, of, shiiiiite.
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(To the tune of : Winter Wonderland)
Birmingham, are you listening? To the song, we are singing,
We're walking along, singing our song, shitting on the City as we goooo,
Have you seen the tits on Karen Brady?
She likes to get them out and have a play,
you can even pay to go and watch her,
for a fiver she'll go all the wayyyyy,
Birmingham, are you listening? To the song, we are singing,
We're walking along, singing our song, shitting on the City as we goooo
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(To the tune of : Tavern in the town)
There's a circus in the town, in the town,
Stevie Bruce is the clown, is the clown,
and Karen Brady is a fucking slag, ('slag' not 'slaaaaaaaagggggggg')
and the Blues are going down, going down
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(To the tune of : Sleepy Jean)
Cheer up Alex Mcleish
oh what can it mean
to a sad blue-nosed bastard
at a... shit football teammmm!
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(To the tune of : Camptown races)
100 years and won fuck all, Birmingham City,
Birmingham City, Birmingham City,
One hundred years and won fuck all,
Birmingham City
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(To the tune of : Unknown)
Some say that St Andrews is a wonderful place,
I've been there myself it's a fucking disgrace,
they say they have showers but we know the truth,
the rain pisses in through a hole in the roof,
Singing we hate oh we hate the City,
we hate oh we hate the Blues,
we hate oh we hate the City,
and we love it when the Bastards lose
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(To the tune of : Beside the seaside)
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,
oh I do like to be beside the sea,
oh I do like to be beside the prom prom prom,
where the brass band plays FUCK OFF WEST BROM! AND BIRMINGHAM
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