Arsenals Anthem’s Lyrics
Posted on March 6, 2008 Filed Under Extra Football
For everyone this is just a song but for the Gooners or The Herd its a pray to God for their team to play well!!
Good old Arsenal,
Good old Arsenal,
we’re proud to say that name.
And while we sing this song,
we’ll win the game.
Who’s that team they call the Arsenal?
Who’s that team we all adore?
They’re the boys in red and white,
And where fucking dynomite,
‘cos Georgy Grahams mother is a
whooore,
yeah she’s a whore, yeah shes a
whooore
Chim-Chimeny Chim-Chimeny
Chim-Chim-Chero
Who Needs Anelka
When We Got Kanu
Vieira wo o e o, Vieira wo o eo,
he comes from Senengal,
he plays for Arsenal,
Vieira wo o e o, Vieira
He’s blond, Hes quick
His names a porno flick,
emmanuel, emmanuel
Eyes bright
skin back tight
bollocks to the front
we’re the boys that make more noise
when we’re on the cunt
we’re the riders of the night
and we rather fuck than fight
we’re the riders of the clockend highbury
Hello, hello, we are the Arsenal boys!
Hello, hello, we are the Arsenal boys!
Hello, hello, we are the Arsenal boys!
And if you are a Tottenham Fan,
surrender or you die,
cause we all follow the Arsenal.
Oh teddy teddy,
You went to man utd but you still a
Oh teddy teddy
You may have won the treble
But you still a cunt
One-nil to the Arsenal,
One-nil to the Arsenal,
One-nil to the Arsenal,
One-nil to the Arsenal,
One-nil to the Arsenal!
(repeat)
We`ll win coz we`re Arsenal,
We`ll win coz we`re Arsenal,
We`ll win coz we`re Arsenal,
We`ll win coz we`re Arsenal!
(repeat)
Que sera sera
Que sera sera
what ever will be will be
we`re going to Wemberly
que sera sera.
Go down the field again
Just one more goal
No other team can fight
like the boys in Red and White
Never let their Glory fade
Long may they reign
So let us all give out with
Up the Gunners, Up the Gunners Goal!
Drink, Drink….
Drink, drink, wherever you may be,
We are the drunk and disorderly,
but we don’t give a shit, and we don’t give a fuck,
Coz we came home with the Cup Winners’ Cup!”
Roll out the Arsenal
Roll out the Arsenal
Lets have a barrel of fun
Roll out the Arsenal
We’ve got them all on the run
Just one more goal now
Then how we all will cheer 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,
The Gang’s all here
You are my Arsenal
You are my Arsenal,
My only Arsenal,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey,
You’ll never know just,
How much I love you,
So please don’t take,
My Arsenal…Away
Na na na na na (ooh)
Na na na na na (ooh ooh)
na na na na na…
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Santa is an Arsenal fan
And at Highbury today - oh!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh what fun it is to see
the Arsenal win away
Tiptoe through the NorthBank
Tiptoe through the NorthBank
with your razor and your shawed-off shotgun.
Tiptoe through the NorthBank
with MEEE!
Drink together in praise of the AFC
Fulham can stay at the Cottage
Southampton can stay at the Dell
And as for Tottenham hotspur
They can go to hell, to hell
So we’ll drink, drink together
In praise of the AFC
Drink, drink together
In praise of the AFC
We won the league on Merseyside (1989)
We won the league!
We won the league!
We won the league on Merseyside!
We won the league on the Mersey!
We won the league on Merseyside!
We won the league! (1991)
We won the league!
We won the league on Monday Night!
We won the league on the Monday!
We won the league on Monday Night!
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Liverpool too
We hate West Ham United
But Arsenal we love you
I go to football on a Saturday
Bow Street on Monday - alright
We’re going to Chelsea on Boxing Day
Liverpool have been here - had a fight
She wore a yellow ribbon…
She wore,
She wore,
She wore a yellow ribbon,
She wore a yellow ribbon in the merry month of May,
And when,
I asked,
Oh why she wore that ribbon,
She said its for the Arsenal and we’re going to Wembley,
Wembley,
Wembley,
We’re the famous Arsenal and we’re going Wembley.
By Jesus Said Paddy
By Jesus Said Paddy I sing it so well
I think I’ll get up and I’ll sing it again
So Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and Over and over again
Who’s that team they call the Arsenal?
Who’s that team we all adore?
They’re the boys in red and white,
and they fight with all their might,
and they’re out to show the world just how to score!”
What we`re gonna do…
What we’re gonna do
Is beat the scum,
Then we will show
That we’re London’s number one.
What we’re gonna do
Is beat the scum,
Then we will show
That we’re London’s number one.
The (wanky) Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome…
The (wanky) Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the pope,
The (wanky) Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the pope,
The (wanky) Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the pope,
and this is what he said - “FUCK OFF!
My old man…
My old man said be a Tottenham fan
But I said fuck off bollocks, you’re a cunt, you’re a cunt
We’ll follow the Arsenal over land and sea
We’ll follow the Arsenal unto victory
Away in the manger…
Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed,
the little Lord Jesus
stood up and he said…
WE HATE TOTTENHAM, AND WE HATE TOTTENHAM…
One-Nil down Two-One Up (1987)
One-Nil Down, Two-One Up
We knocked Tottenham out the cup
La la la la la la la
Que sera, sera…
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what will I be?
Will I be Arsenal? will I be Spurs?
Here’s what she said to me…
Wash your mouth out son,
Go get your father’s gun
And shoot the tottenham scum
Que sera, sera…
When I was a little boy
When I was a little boy
My mother bought me a little toy
tottenham fan on a string
Told me to kick his fuckin’ head in,
Kick his head in, kick his head in,
She told me to kick his fuckin’ head in
Ian Wright my lord,
Ian Wright.
Ian Wright my lord,
Ian Wright.
Ian Wright my lord,
Ian Wright.
Oh lord, Ian Wright!
Ian Wright, Wright, Wright!
Ian Wright, Wright, Wright!
Ian Wright, Wright, Wright!
Ian Wright, Ian Wright,
Ian Ian Wright,
He gets the ball and scores a goal,
Ian Ian Wright!
There are good haircuts
and bad haircuts
but I’ve never seen a worson
oh he runs all day
and shags all night
Merson the person.
Steve Bould, Steve Bould,
Stevie, Stevie Bould!
He`s got no hair,
but we don`t care.
Stevie, Stevie Bould!
Bergkamp’s fuckin magic
He wears a magic hat
And when he saw the Arsenal
He said I fancy that
He didn’t sign for Villa
Or Chelsea cause they’re shite
He signed for the Arsenal
Cause they’re fuckin dynamite.
Only one Dennis Bergkamp,
One Dennis Bergkamp,
Going along, singing a song,
Walking in a Bergkamp wonderland!
Oooh, Georgie Graham`s magic,
he wears a magic hat.
And when he see the cupwinners cup,
he says I`m having that
He’s sharp as darts -
His name is Stefan Schwarz,
Stefan Schwarz, Stefan Schwarz…
From foreign parts -
They call him Stefan Schwarz
Stefan Schwarz, Stefan Schwarz…
(He likes his tarts )
(does super Stefan Schwarz, )
(Stefan Schwarz, Stefan Schwarz…)
We’ve got Brian, Brian Marwood on the wing, on the wing.
We’ve got Brian, Brian Marwood on the wing, on the wing.
Brian, Brian Marwood, Brian Marwood on the wing
Brian, Brian Marwood, Brian Marwood on the wing
At number 1, it’s Perry Groves
At number 2, it’s Perry Groves
At number 3, it’s Perry Groves
At number 4, it’s Perry Groves
At number 5, it’s Perry Groves
At number 6, it’s Perry Groves
At number 7, it’s Perry Groves
At number 8, it’s Perry Groves
At number 9, it’s Perry Groves
At number 10, it’s Perry Groves
At number 11, it’s Perry Groves
At number 12, it’s Perry Groves
We all live in a Perry Groves world,
a Perry Groves world, a Perry Groves world.
Charlie, Charlie!
Charlie, Charlie!
Born is the king of Highbury.
We’ve got the biggest Willie in the land,
We’ve got the biggest Willie in the land,
We’ve got the biggest Willie in the land.
Sammels, Sammels!
I’d walk a million miles
for one of your goals,
Jon Sammels.
Singing b.e.r.t.i.e
Singing b.e.r.t.i.e
Singing b.e.r.t.i.e. m.e.e.
Bertie Mee!
Roy Keano OOHH EEE OOHH
Roy Keano OOHH EEE OOHH
For fifty thousand quid
He scores for Real Madrid
Roy Keano OOHH EEE OOHH
Roy Keano OOHH EEE OOHH
You’re shit, and your ground’s a dump,
You’re shit, and your ground’s a dump,
You’re shit, and your ground’s a dump,
You’re shit, and you got no silverwear.
Double Double Double
Sol Campbell has won the double
And the cunts from the lane
have won fuck all again
As Sol Campbell has won the double
Heyyy, heyyy Yiddo’s you scum
I wanna knowww
where your captain’s gone
Fuck all, Fuck all Fuck all
Coz United have won fuck all
and the cockney reds are crying in their beds
As United have won fuck all
We won the league
We won the league
We won the league in Manchester
We won the league at Old Trafford
We won the league in Manchester
Carefree wherever you may be
Graham Le Sauxs got H I V
And we dont care whoever you may be
Coz chelsea got 2 but Kanu got 3
Big fat, big fat Frank
Big fat, big fat Frank
Big fat, big fat Frank
Big fat franky lampard
One man went to carry
Went to carry Lampard…
She wore
She wore
She wore fishnet stockings
She wore fishnet stockings and stillettoes on her feet
And when I asked just why she wore those stockings
She said it’s for my client and his name is David Pleat
David Pleat, David Pleat,
He’s the famous Tottenham pervert
And his name is david pleat…
we’ll be walking round Highbury
with our willies hanging out
…
we’ll be walking round Highbury
with our willies hanging out
…
We’ll be walking round Highbury
Walking round Highbury
…
We’ll be walking round Highbury
With our willies hanging out
Singing I’ve got one more foreskin than you…
Singing I’ve got one more foreskin than you…
Singing I’ve got one more foreskin
I’ve got one more foreskin
Singing I’ve got one more foreskin than you…
‘e came from Borehamwood
‘e aint no fucking good
Tim Sherwood, whooo ooh
Tim Sherwood, whooo ooh
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs missed an open goal
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs missed an open goal
How did he miss?
Arsenal took the piss
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs
Giggsy OHHH
Giggsy OHHH
He went round Dave and Sol
He missed the open goal
Giggsy OHHH!!!
His hair is very long!
He also wears a thong!
Robbie Savage! Who-o-o-oh
Robbie Savage! Who-o-o-oh
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