Bob Lord of the Football League,
Lord of FA,
Guide us through the turnstiles,
Each new Saturday,
Be there at the kick off,
And give us we pray,
A fair result at the end of the day.

There's 22 players,
And six substitutes,
They've worked hard in training,
They've dubbined their boots,
Throw form out the window,
The experts all say,
"It's a funny old game Saint" at the end of the day.

The boys done tremendous,
They gave their last breath,
They all rolled their socks down,
And fought to the death,
All credit to the keeper,
Take nothing away,
It's goals that count at the end of the day.