I'm never buying Toffee's from the newsagent again
And if we lose in Madrid, I ain't ever going Spain
I'm gonna sit here crying at all I think should be
We would have been the champions, without that Man City
We had it won by Crimbo so I went and bought me shirt
That said 'Premier League Winners' and I wore it everywhere
Those bitter blues just laughed at me for they did not believe
But Jurgen he had promised us, this goal we would achieve
City got beat every week, they really were a shame
Not like classy LFC, who were brilliant every game
We could score from anywhere, even when offside
And if we could not bag a goal, then Mo would fairly dive
So, we started bragging, as is the kopite rule
Jealous people everywhere, were made to look the fool
Then! we started drawing games, a worry did crop up
But Klopp he had it covered, and he chucked the FA cup
Cities fixtures piled up and we all just sat there grinning
But those cheating blue moon mingers, only started winning
Not only did they fluke a win against the champions in red
They also started beating everyone and left us feeling dread
Jurgen he assured us that fate was in our hands
As we came to brag to poor boys from those bitter bluenose stands
Me ma could not believe it, me dog it could not bark
We went and lost the feckin league, at Goodison bloody park
Now city had advantage and the cheats they never fell
And Thommo's head exploded at the ring of our death bell
But! But! But! City only won three cups, and cheated every one
They spent Ten Thousand Billion pound, a fiddle and a con
But they never won the champions league, coz Spurs knocked them out
And a treble is no comfort, for really that is nowt
And so, that famous euro night, in the Albert, Oakfield Road
The greatest comeback ever, I nearly shot me load
The final, we had made it, we all had a few sups
Jealous City must now watch us, if they can see past all their cups
Liverpool v Ajax, the final made of dreams
Then Tottenham, feckin Tottenham, went and gave us screams
We all just sat there crying, buckets, even showers
Our greatest ever comeback, lasted just 24 hours
Bitter blues have brainwashed, the country and der werld
To laugh at us and hate us, their bitterness it swirls
Green eyed flippin envy, from all, from everywheres
They should bow down and worship us, but they all keep singing 'Spurs'
Well, they won't be laughing when we win the cup again
And all those poor Norwegians have to make it home from Spain
Nothing now can stop us, for we are super boss
I just pray bloody Tottenham, do not sign Ramos