A Journey Around The Grounds.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At Filbert Street we felt defeat
Walk slowly through the door
But love of our team
Who feature in all dreams
Took us to Turf Moor
The trap door then did open
We couldn’t avoid the drop
No more North Bank at Highbury, no more Anfield Kop
We then went to the Gallowgate at St James Park
To see if we could stay
With Geordie boys who make such noise
Every time they play
We won the cup but couldn’t stay up
This is not joke sir
As trap door opened up again
We ended up at Roker!
At Ayresome Park we had a lark
Then on to White Hart Lane
Where all promotion chances
Just went down the drain
At Highfield Road our luck we rode
And went to Molyneaux
A short trip across the Midlands
Took in St Andrews
From there as dark lit up Fratton Park
Like a diamond in the night
We drove like hell to catch The Dell
Before bulldozers sealed its plight
At Burnden Park we soon did park
To have ourselves a rest
Then journeyed on to Goodison
By way of Stanley Park
From there as fare was reasonable
And we needed to shed load
We thought it would be feasible
To journey to Maine Road
As we were in the North
It was wet of course
As soaking wet we staggered
To sacred ground
That Busby made proud
That place they call Old Trafford
At Ewood Park as things did spark
And come back into play
Villa Park was like a park pitch
On which children play
The Hawthornes was all boredom
As nil all was the score
The Valley was very pally
And the crowd yelled out for more
At Craven Cottage we ate a sausage
That made us pretty sick
We then went down to Carrow Road
Where Delia took care of it
At Selhurst Park as it got dark
We left to go to Stamford Bridge!!!



Just reading an old programme and this came out as I looked at the league table in it!
Some of the grounds sadly have been demolished. I have used their old name as well.



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