Lyrics

Blaydon Races
I went to Blaydon races, twas on the ninth of June. Eighteen hundred and sixty two on a summer's afternoon. I took the bus from Balmbras, and she was heavy laden. Away we went alang Collingwood Street, that's on the road to Blaydon. Oh me lads, ye should've seen w' gannin. Passin the folks alang the road, just as they were stannin. Aal the lads and lasses there. Aal wi' smilin faces. Gannin alang the Scotswood Road, to see the Blaydon Races.

Obafemi Martins
Oba, Oba Fem, Oba, Oba Fem, Oba, Oba Fem, OBAFEMI MARTINS!

Newcastle United FC
An N and an E and a W,C. An A and an S and a T,L,E. U,N,I,T,E,D. Newcastle United FC!

Black and White Army
Toon, Toon, Black and White Army, Toon, Toon, Black and White Army

Howay the lads
Howay the lads, Howay the lads, Howay the lads, Howay! Howay the lads, Howay the lads, Howay the lads, Howay!

Geordies
La la la la la la la la la la la Geordies!

Any O'Brien
Any O'Brien, any O'Brien, any, any, any O'Brien. Who puts the ball in the Mackem's net? O'Brein, O'Brien!

Cliffs of Dover
I like to go a wandering along the cliffs of Dover. If I see a Mackem c*nt. I'll push the bastard over.

Geordies
Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies! Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies, Geordies.

Drunk and Disorderly
I was drunk last night. I was drunk the night before. And tonight I'm getting drunk like I've never been before, cos whe we are drunk, we're as happy as can be, for we are the drunk and disorderly! Drink, drink wherever you may be. We are the drunk and disorderly, and we will drink wherever we may be, cos we are the drunk and disorderly.

United
United, United, United, United, Newcastle we love you, We love you Newcastle, we do. We love you Newcastle, we do. we love you Newcastle, we do, Oh Newcastle we love you!

Newcastle
Newcastle, Newcastle, Newcastle. Newcastle, Newcastle, Newcastle. Newcastle, Newcastle, Newcastle. Newcastle, NEWCASTLE!

Geordie Bootboys
We are the Geordies. The Geordie Bootboys. Oh we are mental. Oh we are mad. We are the loyalist, football supporters the world has ever had.

Cock O'The North
We are the Geordies, the Cock O' The North. We all hate Sunderland and Boro of course. We all drink whiskey and Newcastle Brown. The Geordies boys are in town!