Travelling away with the football crowd,
Out with the lads, feeling proud,
We're getting shit from the other lads
We're getting shit and it makes us mad

Should I go, should I stay
Should I fight or run away
I just don't know what to do
But I, won't run from you

Causing trouble, we're making noise
Then along come the boys in blue
And I just don't know what to do

Saturday morning it's always the same
Body full bruises, I'm in pain
I don't know just what I fought
Its always me,who gets caught