All fans coming together for England!
Following Leeds
Is hard at its best,
Everyone hates us,
We’re the team they detest.
But that makes us laugh more,
We’re just Dirty Leeds,
White not red blood,
Is what our fans will bleed.
We’ve always been cheated,
And missed our rewards.
This year Beilsa
And Meslier’s awards.
15 points deducted,
By the football league,
And as for why?
Well there’s the intrigue.
It just doesn’t matter,
We don’t give a shit,
We’ll simply bounce back
Like a raging Bull Pit.
Bowyer was banned
By the stupid F.A.
You can’t keep us down,
It was an all white hair day.
Revie our hero,
The manager we love,
Team kit like ‘Real’
It fit like a glove.
Proud of our heroes,
We’ve followed for years,
Charlton and Bremner
Opponents in tears.
The great Norman Hunter,
Always biting your leg,
Lorimer and Sniffer
‘Don’t kick us!’ teams beg.
Then there’s O’leary,
With his greatest babes,
Viduka and Woodgate
Just a few accolades.
Now we’ve got Bamford,
A posh lad we know,
Should be at Euros,
Just another sad blow.
Raphinha and Rodrigo
Now part of our dream.
Adding their flair
To our super fit team.
Home grown lads,
Who are fighting with passion,
Kalvin and Jack
Part of our strong White’s ration.
Marching on…
We all chant together.
Supporting The Whites
forever and ever.
Hating the red team
From over the border.
We all know they’re scum,
Our house is in order.
It’s simply a must be
That runs in our veins
Don’t forget Chelsea
The hatred ne’r wanes.
Then there is Sunderland,
The shit underdogs,
We’ve a soft spot for them,
In some murky bog.
Vinnie Jones’ heart thump,
When we got a corner.
Another Leeds’ Legend.
And great White’s performer.
We’re going to win
The premiership,
And then we can chant
The best chosen script.
‘Champions of England!!’
Our rightful spot.
Right at the summit,
And now we’re white hot!!!
Rhymes For All Reasons 