One For The Bristol City

One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow 'till we’re dead me boys,
Follow 'till we’re dead.
Down at Ashton Gate there’s Alan Dicks,
And the red red robins too,
And if they win or if they lose,
We’ll follow them through and through,
We’ll spend a bit of time on a Saturday,
Getting ready for anything,
Spend an hour or two in bloody grrt queue,
To get in the ground and sing…
One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow 'till we’re dead me boys,
Follow 'till we’re dead.
They are the best from way down west,
And we think they are grand.
Now they’re in the groove,
Pretty soon they’ll prove the finest in the land.
They come on combine harvesters,
by bus, by train and car.
And in every ground you will hear the sound
As we shout «Ooh-arr ooh-arr».
One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow 'till we’re dead me boys,
Follow 'till we’re dead.
(Everybody)
One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow 'till we’re dead me boys,
Follow 'till we’re dead.
(Everybody now)
One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow 'till we’re dead me boys,
Follow 'till we’re dead.