son of a stevadore,still smell the sweat and the stain
always there through the sun and the rain
at school neve spared the cain
but arry boy with you im born again

please dont leave arry or ill cry
if you ever do i will surely die
when we lost our jimmy boy we thought it was all over i swear
and another tenner on us winning the cup
but now you stand your ground arrty dont leave us dont you dare
im a broken nosed thug looking for redemption
youve brought a tear to my eye and it spells promotion
im off to the bookies to put three grand on us going up