To the tune of Sloop John B in the style of Phil Brown:
We're from East Yorkshire's shore
Dad's an angler and mum's a whore
It's the only way to earn your keep in this place
Down the KC
There's no-one but me
Nobody sane would follow City
Ashbee's the best we've ever got
And he won himself the lot
A three match ban and a rigged Sportmail poll
Our honours list
Doesn't exist
When the Tigers go bust I don't think we'll be missed
Down the leagues again we will drop
Playing old foes like FC Worksop
"Mauled by the Tigers" will be a thing of the past
Supporters will flee
Away from City
And **** off back to KR and FC
What about the Leeds version? (to no particular tune)
We're from Wessieland
We think we're ace because everyone thinks we're c**ts
Dad's a banker who moved up from London because he wasn't bright enough to get a job in finance down there, and mum is a Rhino's fan because she's actually from Leeds - a rugby town, but don't tell anyone - if you visit and you don't see any Leeds Utd shirts, it's because Leeds are, er, playing away, again...
We like rabbit hutches made of lego
go on holiday in our caravan every year to Brid just to live in a bit of space for a fortnight
We go with all our junk to the carboot every week and call everyone who is there a "c*ck" and nobody else knows why...
We scrat our arses in public whilst wearing a 1990s Leeds Utd shirt, because that's when we were good.
We've also got selective memory, we can only remember the good bits of our history, we don't remember when we were sh*t.
We try to mock our rivals, but forget for many years we've been on a level playing field with them.
When we were good we were only there because we bribed, conned, cheated and fouled and then to make ourselves good again we spent money we didn't have.
We're really just an ordinary football club, but we'll keep pretending we're massive.
TUNE!
