When I was a young boy my dad said to me
I don't care what you do, just don't support Chelsea
Even though they are our neighbours
You a rangers lad and we are Chelsea haters
Those wanna be posh boys are our enemy
We'll give them something to smile about ‘Chelsea'
And we all know why the special one had to go
Because you were a Rangers boy, weren't you Mourinho!
Now in my time I have heard some funny stories
But none were as funny about these donkeys
Brought from the best beaches around the lands
Millions were paid as cash changed hands
They were a poor club once until he came
The Russian bear, hell bent on ruining our game
He couldn't buy QPR because we didn't want him
Instead he got Chelsea and brought his donkeys with him
Most of the time you'll find these places quietly tucked away
Run by a bunch of crusties or the RSPCA
But when you see the latest one I'm sure you will agree
That every creature in it has a Premier pedigree.......
It's funded by the billions leeched by private profiteers
From Soviet oil resources built up over the years
So take a walk to Stamford Bridge and soon you'll plainly see
The universe's most exclusive donkey sanctuary!
All the football fans sing this song
When Chelsea come along…
"Donkey sanctuary, donkey sanctuary
Hey Mr Abramovitch, will you buy one from me?
Donkey sanctuary, donkey sanctuary
They're overpriced, they're over here, they're playing for Chelsea! "
He wants a new one every day so he puts in a bid
And each new one costs double the amount the last one did
That's twenty times more than they would have cost a week ago
The Price is Right for Roman however high you go
And all the while most of our clubs are fighting to survive
With buckets and collections just to help them stay alive
Some call this 'market forces' but we call it right wing s**t
In football, and in life, we've had far too much of it!
So hate Man U for ever - but hate Chelsea even more
Phone up Stanford Bridge and ask 'What's Russian for Ee-aw?'
Rejoice each time they lose a game, abuse them when they win
Cos they're a plastic football club, a profiteer's plaything
That money is the people's cash - in Russia it should stay
A curse upon the traitors who gave Soviet wealth away
A few clubs get the millions, the rest go to the wall
So let's kick out the usurers - and let's take back the ball!
