When I was just a little boy,
I asked my mother what shall I be?
Shall I be pompey? Shall I be Saints?
Here's what she said to me,
Wash yer mouth out son,
Go fetch your fathers gun,
And shoot the pompey scum,
And support the Saints
We hate pompey, we hate pompey
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Fratton tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on the bastards below.