“Please welcome Doncaster Rovers”
I wanna go, I wanna stay
It’s Holy Saturday –
Where the Wise are.
“Come on Donny.
Quality ball in though won’t it?
It’s what you get innit?
Goo-on have a gu!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
You’re not singing, you’re not singing, you’re not singing anymore!
Nice.
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
SHOOT!
Come on ref, sort this out.
Come on ref, sort this out.
Shoot! Shoot!
Gerrawaywiya!
Hit it!
HANDBALL!
Warrrrrrh!
Hit it!
HANDBALL!
Warrrrrh!
Come on Rovers, gerrit on the floor –
show how it should be done.
Gerrawaywiya!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
You’re not singing, you’re not singing, you’re not singing anymore!
Red army!
Red army!
Red army!
Red army!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
SHOOT!
SHOOT!
Ladies and gentlemen: promotion to The Championship.
We are going up.”
I wanna go, I wanna stay
It’s Holy Saturday –
Where the Wise are.
I’m Rovers ’til I die.
