Willian
The Shit from Sp*rs, they bought his flight;
But Will-i-an, he saw the Light;
He got a call from Abramovich;
And off he went, to Stamford Bridge;
He hates Ttt*nh*m, He hates T*tt*nh*m;
He hates Ttt*nh*m, He hates T*tt*nh*m;
(…Repeat…)
Chelsea Allouette
Have you seen my wife…?
Have you seen my wife…?
She’s got… Gin-ger Haiirrr… ??
Oh, Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette;
Oh, she’s got a wonky eye
Oh, she’s got a wonky eye
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, Gin-ger Haiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got a broken nose,
Oh she’s got a broken nose,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got a hair lip,
Oh she’s got a hair lip,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got a double chin,
Oh she’s got a double chin,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got Forty Eights,
Oh, she’s got Forty Fights,
Forty Eights,
Forty Eights,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got a Fat Gut, (n.b. this Fat Gut verse is a fairly recent addition)
Oh she’s got a Fat Gut,
A Fat Gut,
A Fat Gut,
Forty Eights,
Forty Eights,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got Veee Deee…
Oh she’s got Vee Deee…
Veee Deee…
Vee Deee…
A Fat Gut,
A Fat Gut,
Forty Eights,
Forty Eights,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got a Hairy Arse,
Oh, she’s got a Hairy Arse,
A Hairy Arse,
A Hairy Arse,
Veee Deee…
Vee Deee…
A Fat Gut,
A Fat Gut,
Forty Eights,
Forty Eights,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got knobbly Knees,
Oh she’s got Knobbly Knees,
Knobbly Knees,
Knobbly Knees,
A Hairy Arse,
A Hairy Arse,
Veee Deee…
Vee Deee…
A Fat Gut,
A Fat Gut,
Forty Eights,
Forty Eights,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Oh she’s got a Club Foot
Oh she’s got a Club Foot,
A Club Foot,
A Club Foot,
Knobbly Knees,
Knobbly Knees,
A Hairy Arse,
A Hairy Arse,
Veee Deee…
Vee Deee…
A Fat Gut,
A Fat Gut,
Forty Eights,
Forty Eights,
A double chin,
A double chin,
A hair lip,
A hair lip,
A broken nose,
A broken nose,
A wonky eye,
A wonky eye,
And, gin-get haiiirrr…
Allouette, Chelsea Allouette,
Allouette Chelsea Allouette;
Have you seen my wife?
Have you seen my wife?
Have you seen my wife?
Have you seen my wife?
She supports ‘Chelsea’,
‘Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea…’
Chelsea Ranger
I wanna be a Chelsea Ranger,
I wanna live a life of danger,
I wanna beat Sp*rs every week,
Chase ’em up and down the street,
Here’s to the girl that I love best,
Every night I suck her breasts,
S**g her standing,
S**g her lying,
If she had wings,
I’d s**g her flying,
Now she’s dead.
Not forgotten,
Dig her up,
**g her rotten.
Ooooooooh… Chelsea
Ooooooooh… Chelsea
John Terry is Wonderful
Da Ball, da ball, da ball, [double, double, double]
John Terry has won the dahball [the double],
And the shit from the Lane,
Have won f**k all again,
‘cos John terry has won the double…
Follow Follow Follow
Follow, Follow, Follow,
There was only two minutes to go,
It was Wayne Bridge’s Goal,
That sent us out of control,
And sent the Arsenal out of Euro…
Carefree
Carefree, wherever we may be,
We are the famous CFC,
And we don’t give a f**k,
Whoever you may be,
‘Cos we are the famous CFC…
Who's That Team They Call the Chelsea
Who’s that team they call the Chelsea,
Who’s that team we all adore,
We’re the boys in blue and white and we fight with all our might,
And we’re out to show the world the way to score,
Bring on T*ttenham or The A*senal,
Bring on Scousers by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Tottenham are a load of y*** – y****, y****…
Osgood - Born is the King...
The Shed looked up, and saw a great Star;
Scoring past Pat Jennings, from near and from far;
and the Chelsea won, as we all knew they would;
and the Star of the Team, was Peter Osgood;
Osgood, Osgood, Osgood, Osgood;
Born is the King of Stamford Bridge;
Osgood, Osgood, Osgood, Osgood;
Born is the King of Stamford Bridge…
Follow Follow Follow
Follow, Follow, Follow,
There was only two minutes to go,
When Torres scored a goal,
He sent us out of control,
And sent Barca out the Euro…
(2, 3, 4… repeat verses again and again)
Kalou Song
He comes from the Ivory Coast, Kalou, Kalou,
He don’t do coke like Adrian Mutu, Mutu,
He crossed the ball from the left,
It landed right on Riise’s head,
That’s why we love Salomon Kalou,
La la la la la la la la la…
F**k Em All
F**k em all,
F**k em all,
United, West Ham, Liverpool,
‘Cos we are the Chelsea and we are the best,
We are the Chelsea so f**k all the rest…
Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
Where every they go
We’ll follow our team
We are the Chelsea
and we are supreme
We’ll never be mastered
By no northern b4stards
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high
Flying high, up in the sky,
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high,
From Stamford Bridge to Wembley
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high…
Blue Is The Colour
Blue is the colour, football is the game
We’re all together, and winning is our aim
So cheer us on through the sun and rain
‘Cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name
Here at the Bridge whether rain or fine
We can shine all the time
Home or away, come and see us play
You’re welcome any day
Blue is the colour, football is the game
We’re all together, and winning is our aim
So cheer us on through the sun and rain
‘Cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name
Come to the Shed and we’ll welcome you
Wear your blue and see us through
Sing loud and clear until the game is done
Sing Chelsea everyone
Chelsea, Chelsea
Chelsea,
Chelsea,
Chelsea,
Chelsea,
Chelsea,
Chelsea,
Chelsea,
Chelsea…
Who The F**K Are Man United
Who the f**K are Man United,
Who the f**K are Man United,
Who the f**K are Man United,
When the Blues go marching on, on, on…
Didier Drogba
Didier Drogba, tra la la la la,
Didier Drogba, traaa la la la la,
Didier Drogba, tra la la la la,
Didier Drogba, traaa la la la la…
Super Frankie Lampard
Super, super Frank,
Super, super Frank,
Super, super Frank,
Super Frankie Lampard…
Hello, Hello We Are The Chelsea Boys
Hello, hello, we are the Chelsea boys,
Hello, hello, we are the Chelsea boys,
And if you are a T*tt*nh*m fan, surrender or you’ll die,
We all follow the Chelsea…
10 Men Went to Mow
One man went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
One man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Two men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Three men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Four men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Five men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Six men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Six men, five men, four men, three men, two men,
one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Seven men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Seven men, six men, five men, four men, three men,
two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Eight men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Eight men, seven men, six men, five men, four men,
three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
…
Nine men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Nine men, eight men, seven men, six men, five men,
four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
… (ALL STAND UP IN UNISON)
Ten men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
MEADOW !
Ten men, nine men, eight men, seven men, six men,
five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
SPOT !
Went to mow a meadow,
Chelsea! (clap, clap, clap), Chelsea! (clap, clap, clap) Chelsea! (clap, clap, clap)…
Blue Day
The only place to be
Every other Saturday
Is strolling down the Fulham Road
Meet your mates and have a drink
Have a moan and start to think
Will there ever be a blue tomorrow
We’ve waited so long
But we’d wait for ever
Our blood is blue and
We would leave you never
And when we make it
It’ll be together, oh oh oh
Chelsea Chelsea, Chelsea Chelsea
We’re gonna make this a blue day
Chelsea Chelsea, Chelsea Chelsea
We’re gonna make this a blue day
We’ve got some memories
Albeit from the seventies when
Ossie and co restored our pride
Now we’ve got hope and a team
And suddenly it’s not a dream
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high
We’ve waited so long
But we’d wait for ever
Our blood is blue and
We would leave you never
And when we make it
It’ll be together, oh oh oh
Chelsea Chelsea, Chelsea Chelsea
We’re gonna make this a blue day
Chelsea Chelsea, Chelsea Chelsea
We’re gonna make this a blue day
Now even in heaven
Is blue today, you should
Hear the Chelsea roar
Hear the Chelsea roar…
Celery
Celery, Celery,
If she don’t c*m,
I’ll tickle her bum,
With a lump of celery…
Celery, Celery,
If she don’t sh1t,
I’ll tickle her cl1t,
With a lump of celery…
We Hate T*ttenham
We hate T*ttenham,
We hate T*ttenham,
We hate T*ttenham,
We hate T*ttenham,
We hate T*ttenham…
The Sh1t From T*ttenham Hotspur
The sh1t from T*ttenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the Pope
The sh1t from T*ttenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the Pope
The sh1t from T*ttenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the Pope
And this is what he said: “F**K OFF !”
Who’s that team they call the Chelsea,
Who’s that team we all adore,
We’re the boys in blue and white and we fight with all our might,
And we’re out to show the world the way to score,
Bring on T*ttenham or The A*senal,
Bring on Scousers by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Tottenham are a load of y**** – y****, y****…
We'll be Running Around
We’ll be running around T*ttenham with our w1lly’s hanging out
We’ll be running around T*ttenham with our wi1lly’s hanging out
We’ll be running around T*ttenham
Running around T*ttenham
Running around T*ttenham with our w1lly’s hanging out
Singing I’ve got f***skin haven’t you (no you ain’t)
Singing I’ve got f***skin haven’t you (no you ain’t)
Singing I’ve got f***skin
I’ve got f***skin
I’ve got f***skin haven’t you (no you ain’t)
La La La Chelsea
La la la, la la la la, la la la la Chelsea,
La la la, la la la la, la la la la Chelsea,
La la la, la la la la, la la la la Chelsea,
La la la, la la la la, la la la la Chelsea…
Stand Up For The Champions
Stand up for the Champions,
Stand up for the Champions,
Stand up for the Champions,
Stand up for the Champions…
Oh West London
Oh west London (oh west London)
Is wonderful (is wonderful)
Oh west London is wonderful
Full of t1ts, fanny and Chelsea
Oh west London is wonderful
Oh east London (oh east London)
Is full of sh1t (is full of shit)
Oh east London is full of sh1t
Full of sh1t, sh1t and more sh1t
Oh east London is full of sh1t
Que Sera Sera
Que Sera Sera,
Whatever will be will be,
We’re going to Wembley,
Que Sera Sera…
When Wise
When Wise
Went up
To lift the FA Cup
We were there
We were there
We Love You Chelsea
We love you Chelsea, we do,
We love you Chelsea, we do,
We love you Chelsea, we do,
Oh Chelsea we love you…
We All Follow The Chelsea
We All Follow The Chelsea,
Over land and sea (and Leicester)
We All Follow The Chelsea,
Onnnn tooo vi-ic-toreee…
When The Blues Go Steaming In
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Ziiiiiigga (oi)
Zaaaaaga (oi),
Zigger Zagger Zigger Zagger (oi, oi, oi),
Oh when The Blues,
Go steaming in,
Oh when The Blues go steaming in,
I wanna be in that number,
Oh when the blues go steamin’ in…
Bouncy Bouncy Bouncy Bouncy Lalala!!!
If you can’t do the Bouncy you’re a Yid,
If ya can’t do the bouncy you’re a Yid,
If ya cannae do tha bouncy,
Cannae do tha bouncy,
Cannae do tha bouncy,
You’re a Yid!!
Ooooooooooooooooooohhh!!! (arms extended, hands waivering)
We’re bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy la la la la la (jumping up and down),
We’re bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy la la la la la!!!…
(repeat until knackered!!)
Born Is The King
Up from The Shed came a rising star
Scoring goals past Pat Jennings from near and far
And Chelsea won like we knew they would
And the star of that great team was Peter Osgood
Osgood Osgood, Osgood Osgood
Born is the king of Stamford Bridge
Michael Essien
Na, na, na, na, nana,
Michael Essien,Essien,
Michael Essien…
Oh Wayne Bridge
Oh Way-yane Bridge,
Scored a f*****g great goal,
In the Highbury s**t hole,
Two minutes to go…
Spell It Out: C H E L S E A
Why don’t you give me a C
C!
H!
H!
E!
E!
L!
L!
S!
S!
E!
E!
A!
A!
Whose gonna win the Champions League?
Chelsea,
(clap, clap, clap)
Chelsea,
(clap, clap, clap)
Chelsea,
(clap, clap, clap)
Chelsea,
(clap, clap, clap)…
In Your Liverpool Slums
In your Liverpool slums,
You look in the dustbins for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it’s a treat,
In your Liverpool slums…
Blowing Bubbles
I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high,
They touch the sky,
And like West Ham they fade and die
T*ttenham’s always running,
A*senal’s running too,
Were the Chelsea boys in blue,
And were running after you.
Chelsea (clap)(clap)(clap)
Chelsea…
Speak F*cking English (sang to the Geordies)
Speak f*cking English,
Why don’t you speak f*cking English,
Speak f*cking English,
Why don’t you speak f*cking English…
Jose Mourinho
Jose Mourinho,
Jose Mourinho,
Jose Mourinho,
Jose Mourinho…
Chelsea 'til I Die
Chelsea ’til I die,
I’m Chelsea ’til I die,
I know I am,
I’m sure I am,
I’m Chelsea ’til I die…
Chelsea Boys Are Gonna Get Ya
If you’re standing,
On a corner,
With a red scarf,
Round your neck,
Chelsea boys,
Will come and get ya,
And we’ll break,
Your f*****g neck,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la,
La la la…
Joey Cole
(No longer sung after 01 July 2010 – for obvious reasons)
He’s here,
He’s there,
He’s every f***ing where,
Joey Cole,
Joey Cole…
You Are A Scouser
You are a scouser, an ugly scouser
You’re only happy, on giro day
Your mum’s out stealing, your dad’s out dealing
Oh please dont take my hubcaps away
John Arne Riise
John Arne Riise,
Oohh, aaahhh,
I wanna know-ow-ow,
How you scored that goal!