West Stand, Floyd Road The steam rising up from my flask My desire Is only to be found at West Stand Floyd Road
Quite a few miles have I travelled Many home games have I seen (excluding Tuesdays) Following Charlton my favourite team Many hours have I spent sat in front of a fire Singing West Stand Floyd Road My only desire
All the west stand faithful keep clap, clap, clapping along They'll be no-one singing when the scruffs start singing the Jackson song Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, stop acting like you're dead Cheer up, the mail's been read crossword's done it's time to be happy
Tartan blanket on, now i'm nice and warm, feeling plush leaving early so I can beat the traffic rush I've gone to kip again, Bovril burnt my lip again, so I won't sing along All the west stand faithful keep clap, clap, clapping along...........................
All the west stand faithful keep clap, clap, clapping along They'll be no-one singing when the scruffs start singing the Jackson song Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, stop acting like you're dead Cheer up, the mail's been read crossword's done it's time to be happy
Tartan blanket on, now i'm nice and warm, feeling plush leaving early so I can beat the traffic rush I've gone to kip again, Bovril burnt my lip again, so I won't sing along All the west stand faithful keep clap, clap, clapping along...........................
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The steam rising up from my flask
My desire
Is only to be found at West Stand Floyd Road
Quite a few miles have I travelled
Many home games have I seen (excluding Tuesdays)
Following Charlton my favourite team
Many hours have I spent sat in front of a fire
Singing West Stand Floyd Road
My only desire
Four posts in a row - reminds me of the 'Whose the w*nker on his own' chant.
Time for bed.
They'll be no-one singing when the scruffs start singing the Jackson song
Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, stop acting like you're dead
Cheer up, the mail's been read
crossword's done it's time to be happy
Tartan blanket on, now i'm nice and warm, feeling plush
leaving early so I can beat the traffic rush
I've gone to kip again, Bovril burnt my lip again, so I won't sing along
All the west stand faithful keep clap, clap, clapping along...........................
My father loves my brother
We get on with each other
We are the West Stand family
Da, da, da da
sing at the last night
we only sing at the last night (of the Proms)
Stand up! If you love Boden.
Your only here for the bovril,
Here for the bovril,
Your only hear for the Bovril