We Stand Around
We stand around in wind and rain, locked in voluntary,
All ages, all male, all swearing, all cold.
We sing and sway we punch the air,
We chant out names, we seek a wave,
In pens we huddle in corners too,
We shout out names we shout abuse.
We travel every Saturday,
We go wherever we play and pay,
spending money we cant afford,
We are the fans we go everywhere.
In groups of two we punch the air,
We sing and sway and dance and swear
We taunt the home fans humorously
The policemen eye us with ill disguised contempt.
Our best players all get sold,
Their replacements old and slow
The manager raids the Sunday leagues,
We have no youth team anymore.
The team defends most of the game
We cheer every breakaway, three in the box
In goes the cross, we hold our breaths
We stand around in wind and rain
Locked in we sing and sway
We buy the fanzine its a con
Written by some Oxford don
who thinks he knows what's going on.
But we know everything.
We know how much the players earn
where they live what they drink,
What happened on the Swedish tour
and why the right back was transferred.
We make a scene in every town
Our accents sting our voices loud
Old ladies in shop doors cower
We are the fans we have power?
Some have scars of well aimed boots
Some wear scarves some wear boots
The police escort eyes with ill disguised contempt
The keeper does his level best
He's overworked and overdressed
The shots reign in we hold our breath
No offside flag the bulging net.
We turn up every Saturday
We go know every motorway
We travel miles we don't complain
We stand around in wind and rain.