Nottingham, Nottingham, Nottingham,. (Tempo increases as chant progresses)

Nottingham, Nottingham, Nottingham,

Nottingham, Nottingham, Nottingham,

Nottingham,

NOTTINGHAM

My old man said be d*rby fan,

I said f*ck off b*llocks, your a c*nt and a tw*t

I'd rather shag a bucket with a big hole in it,

Than be a d*rby fan for just one minute,

So with hatchets and hammer's,

Stanley knives and spanners,

We showed the D*rby b*stards how to fight,

I'd rather shag a bucket with a big hole in it,

Than be a D*rby fan for just one minute.

Forest (clap, clap, clap) Forest etc

Sh*t on the D*rby (clap, clap, clap) Sh*t on the D*rby

Bring on the D*rby (clap, clap, clap) Bring on the D*rby (Sung when a fixture with the Sheep draws near)

Forest ever Forest
All our hopes are with you
True supporters forever
'til our days are through
La-la-la-la-la-la
Through the seasons before us,
Down through history
We will follow the Forest
Onto victory!
La-la-la-la-la-la! (To the tune of 'Land of Hope and Glory)

Weeeee all agree - Dawson is better than Rio.

Weeee all agree - Walker is worth more than D*rby (Sung last in the early 90's) 


(You never close your eyes anymore,
When I kiss your lips,
And there's no tenderness,
Like before in your fingertips;
You're tryin' hard not to show it, baby,
But baby, baby I know it;) Not usually sung.
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Woo-ooh, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Now it's gone, gone, gone....wooo-oo-oo-ooh!


Well I never felt more like singin' the blues,
When Forest win, An' Derby lose,
Oh baby, You got me singin' the blues!
Sing! Sing! Sing!


You'll never beat Des Walker!
You'll never beat Des Walker!


All I want is a walkin' stick
An 'and grenade and a buildin' brick,
A Derby fan to kick
Oh wuddennit be luvv-erly!


Ee-Aye, Ee-Aye, Eye-Aye-Oh,
Up the Football League we go,
When we get promotion,
This is what we'll sing,
We are Forest, We are Forest,
Harty is our King!


An' it's Nott-ing-ham Forest,
Nottingham Forest FC;
We're by far the greatest team,
You'll ever see...

Aye-Oh, Aye-Oh, We are the Trent End boys,
Aye-Oh, Aye-Oh, We are the Trent End boys;
We are the best team in the land
This no one can deny
We will follow the For-est!


City Ground,
Oh mist rolling in from the Trent,
My desire is always to be here,
Oh City Ground;
For I have travelled,
And much have I seen,
Goodison, Anfield, The places I've been,
Maine Road, Old Trafford,
Still echo to the sounds,
Of the boys in the red shirts,
At the City Ground;
City Ground, Oh mist rolling in from the Trent,
My desire is always to be here,
Oh City Ground.

(Sung to the tune of 'Mull of Kintyre' by Paul McCartney and Wings)


Derby's goin' down like a Russian submarine,
A Russian submarine,
A Russian submarine!


Forest 'till I die
I'm Forest 'till I die,
I know I am, I'm sure I am
I'm Forest 'till I die!


Forest an' ever, we'll follow our team,
We're Nottingham Forest, We rule supreme;
We'll never be mastered,
By you (Cockney/Brummy/Yorkshire/Geordie/Derby/Southern/Northern/Inbred/Dirty.) bastards,
We'll keep the red flag flyin' 'igh!


Sign on, sign on
With a pen, in yer 'and,
And you'll ne-ver work again,
You'll ne-ver work again,
Sign on, sign on!
(Sung to the tune of 'You'll Never Walk Alone')


We all agree;
Nottingham Forest are magic!
We all agree;
Nottingham Forest are magic,
Are magic, are magic!


We don't care, we're Forest fans,
Doo-da, doo-da,
We don't care, We're Forest fans,
Doo-da, doo-da
On the pi** all night, On the pi** all day,
We don't care, we're Forest fans,
Doo-da, doo-da-day!


You are my Forest, My only Forest,
You make me 'appy,
When skies are grey;
You'll never notice,
'Ow much I love you,
Please don't take My For-est away!
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...


We've bin to Europe;
We've won the Cup twice! (Sung in response to 'who are ya') 


When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother:
What will I be?
Will I be Derby?
Will I be Reds?
Here's what she said to me:
It's Forest, Forest,
It's got to be Fo-o-rest, It's got to be Fo-o-rest,
It's Forest, Forest!  

If I had the wings of a sparrow...

If I had the arse of a crow...

I'd fly over Pride Park tomorrow...

and shit on the bastards below!

(chorus)

Shit on

Shit on

I'd shit on the bastards below, below.

Shit on

Shit on

I'd shit on the bastards below.

From the green green grass of the City Ground to the shores of Sicily
There are bits and pieces of Leicester fans in the Leeds infirmary.
To h*ll with Leeds Utd; to h*ll with Liverpool.
We'll fight fight fight for the Forest.
'til we win the Football League

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