I’m a stayaway Blackburn Rovers fan
It’s nobody’s fault, my self-imposed ban
I go and watch them down the pub
But it doesn’t do me a lot of good
I’ve got a dislocated disk and a dodgy back
I’m allergic to rain and hail
When the spud pie hits I get epileptic fits
And I’m addicted to Thwaites Ale
I’ve got the beer belly woes, I can’t touch my toes
I can’t even reach my knees
And if the rain falls down from the sky
It starts to make me sneeze
I love my Rovers and hope they win
But sadly it’s plain to see
That someone’s got to go to Ewood Park
And that someone isn’t me
My mate’s got a season ticket
Only costs him £5 a week
A pack of fags or two pints of beer
Won’t make his wallet leak
So come on you Rovers and score a goal
Maybe score two, three or four
When you let me in for a fiver or less
I’ll be the first to go
But something’s got us buzzing
Rovers are in the hat
We might be going to Wembley
I’ll have some of that