| 00:00 - 00:03 | Sir, London dickheads reside there, there |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Gary there, Jimmy here |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | Bill there, Robert there |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Arthur there |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | They must be stopped at all costs |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | They’re destroying us |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | On that poxy dickhead group chat |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Sir, they’re too witty, |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | We’re fucked |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | They’re unmerciful, relentless, |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | They won’t stop until we break |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Groomy, James, Thomas, Wheatley boys, leave the group |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the fuck is going on here |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Why aren’t we stepping up to the plate |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | They’re running us ragged, taking the absolute piss, they’re cunts |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | It’s a fucking show up |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | We’ve had too much to say |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | And now it’s come back big time |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Why didn’t we keep our mouths shut |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | Keep taking the piss out of poxy west ham |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Sir it’s the gooners I fear |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Shut the fuck up one more word of the treble |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Sir, least it won’t be a quadruple |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Fuck the goons and that cheerleader cunt Arthur Peak |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | And where’s Rennie |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | He’s gone to ground |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | has his phone died for fuck sake |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | or has he gone on a cruise to Argentina |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | And Groomy, masquerading in the London section |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | to swerve the flak |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | And don’t mention Thomas fucking Birch |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | With his skin tight city shirt wishing we loose to stop those |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | other north London cunts |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Winning the league |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Can you fucking imagine it |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | those cunts |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | winning the league with corners and throw-ins or the champions league |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | after we finished fourth in the piss poor league format |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | and thought we were the bollox |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | and now we’re looking at appointing Adolf Hitter |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | the writing is on the wall |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | did you shrink Thomas’s city shirt Niacarla |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | We’re going down, we’re gutless |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | The goons will win the league & champions league |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | West Ham stay up |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | And win the fa cup |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | where the fuck is Lincoln? Where’s Cardiff? Stoke on a Wednesday night |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | where’s Wrexham |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | where’s my cyanide |
