(Chorus)...
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.
If they win, or if they lose,
We'll follow them through and through.
I
spend a little time on a Saturday,
I'm ready for anything.
Spend an hour or two, in a bloody girt queue
To get in the ground and sing...
(Chorus)
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".
(Chorus - repeat four times)