Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams are made of these,
Leicester won the Premier League,
Travelled the world and the seven seas,
Everywhere to follow the city

I’ll always remember

I’ll always remember,
When Leicester won the league,
When Vardy broke the record,
And Mahrez rulled supreme,
They said we couldn’t do it,
Ranieri dared to dream,
We’re the famous Leicester and we won the Premier League.

Leicestershire Boys (Blur – Girls and Boys)

Leicestershire boys we like Leicestershire girls,
We hate Forest and Derby and Chelsea and Spurs,
City are the one team we really love.

Leicester Boot Boys

Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly
‘Have you heard of the North Bank, Highbury?’
Shanks said ‘No, I don’t think so’
‘But I’ve heard of the Leicester Boot Boys’
Na na na na na na na naaah
Na na na na na na na naaah
Na na na na na na na naaah

We are the Leicester Boot Boys

They walk with a wiggle and they talk with a grin
If they see any bother then they all jump in
Everybody knows that we are the noise
We are the Leicester…Boot boys!!!
Na na na na na na na naaah
Na na na na na na na naaah
Na na na na na na na naaah

Singing The Blues

I’ve never felt more like singing the blues
When Leicester win and Forest lose
Oh Leicester, you’ve got me singing the blues
Two, Three, Four…
(and repeat)

When You’re Tired and Weary
 
When you’re tired and weary
Your heart might skip a beat
You’ll get your fucking heads kicked in
When you walk down Filbert Street
You’ll walk into the Spion Kop
And hear a mighty roar
Fuck off you Forest bastards
We are the Leicester boys
 
The Doug
 
I see The Doug, The Doug sees me
We brought him out of Division Three
He scored the goals, we made him king
But now he’s gone away
Over The Midlands to Molineux
Starting afresh and starting anew
He scored the goals, they made him king
Dougan forevermore
Dou-gan, Dou-gan, Dou-gan, Dou-gan

Molly Malone
 
In Leicester’s fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Singing du du du du du du du du du Leicester
 
Ohhh Ian Marshall
 
Ohhhh  Ian Marshalllll
Scored a fvcking great goalllll
With his socks down lowwww
Against Atleticoooooo

This Great Team
 
This great team, we scored one
We had Forest on the run
With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal
Why don’t Forest Fuck off home

This great team, we scored two
They’re the team for me and you
With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal
Why don’t Forest fuck off home

This great team, we scored three
Shilton saved a penalty
With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal
Why don’t Forest fuck off home

This great team, we scored four
We all shit on Storey-Moore
With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal
Why don’t Forest fuck off home

This great team, we scored five
We all fight to stay alive
With a Nish and a Mac and a Lenny Glover goal
Why don’t Forest fuck off home


Red side of the Trent
 
Always shit on the red side of the Trent, doo-doo, doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo
Always shit on the red side of the Trent, doo-doo, doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo
 
Coventry slums

In your Coventry slums, in your Coventry slums
There’s nothing to do and there’s nothing to see
Kasabian piss over The Enemy
In your Coventry slums

Leicester till I die

Leicester till I die, I’m Leicester till I die
I’m blue and white and Cov are shite
I’m Leicester till I die
 
We Don’t Carry Razors

We don’t carry razors, we don’t carry lead
We only carry hatchets, to bury in your head
We are loyal supporters, fanatics every one
We all hate the Villa, the Millwall and West Brom

Leicester Boys are we

Leicester boys are we, proud of our city,
In good times and in bad, we always back the lads;
And we won the Premier league.

We’re the Leicester (Blur- Parklife)


We’re the Leicester,
The fucking Leicester,
We all hate Coventry,

Forest, Derby and the Spurs

Jamie Vardys Magic

Jamie Vardys magic,
He wears a magic cast,
He could have gone to Arsenal,
but he didn’t fancy that,
He walked right up to Wenger,
He said chat shit get banged,
I wanna stay at Leicester the best team in the land!
 
When you’re smiling

Oh when you’re smiling
When you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you
When you’re laughing
When you’re laughing
The sun comes shining through
But when you’re crying, you bring on the rain
So stop your sighing, be happy again
‘Cos when you’re smiling
When you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you
The whole world smiles with you
The – whole – world – smiles – with – you
And Leicester!!!
And Leicester!!!
And Leicester!!!
 
Our boys in blue


Leicester City
Our boys in blue
The terrace sings
A song for you
(Repeat, ad nauseam)

Bring on the Sunderland and Arsenal 

Bring on the Sunderland and Arsenal
Bring on the Scousers by the score (by the score)
Barcelona, Real Madrid
They’ll all make a mighty bid
But they won’t beat the Leicester any more

We’ll never be mastered

Forever and ever
We’ll follow our team
We’re Leicester City, we rule supreme
We’ll never be mastered
By those Forest bastards
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high
 
When Skies Are Grey
 
You are my Leicester, my only Leicester
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You’ll never notice, how much I love you
So please don’t take, my Leicester, away
Nanananana ooh, ooh!
 
Leicester score

Leicester score, Leicester score
If you get one you’ll get more
We’ll sing you assembly, when we get to Wembley
So score, Leicester score!
 
Oh when the Blues

Oh when the Blues (oh when the Blues)
Go marching in (go marching in)
Oh when the Blues go marching in
I wanna be in that number
Oh when the Blues go marching in
 
Iwan is a Welshman
 
Iwan is a Welshman, he wears a Welshman’s hat
He lives with Julian Joachim, in a Leicester council flat
He scores ’em with his left foot, he scores ’em with his right
And when we play the Derby… HE SCORES ALL FUCKING NIGHT!!!
 
Wings of an eagle
 
If I had the wings of an eagle
If I had the arse of a crow
I’d fly over Nottingham Forest
And shit on the bastards below (BELOW!)
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below
 
His name is Leonardo (Tune: Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival)
 
Ohhhhh, his name is Leonardooooo
Leeeeeeicester’s number twenty-threeeee
And yes, he cost a fvcking fortune
But he scores goals so that’s alright for me
(Repeat, ad nauseam)
 
Leicester Boys

Leicester boys, we are here – whoa, whoa!
Leicester boys, we are here – whoa, whoa!
Leicester boys, we are here – we’ll shag your women and drink your beer
Whoa! Whoa! Shhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!
 
Boys from Filbert Street (Tune: Treat – Kasabian)
 
I said now everybody knows
We are the boys from Filbert Street
I said now everybody knows
We are the boys from Filbert Street
(Repeat, ad nauseam)
 
Hark now hear
 
Hark now hear the Leicester sing
The Chelsea ran away
And we will fight forever more
Because of Boxing Day
 
We hate Derby
 
Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We are the Derby haters
Sheep-sheep-sheepshaggers, sheep-sheep-sheepshaggers BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!