We’ll win away at Scunthorpe
We’re going to make our mark
Yes, we’re heading for Old Trafford
By way of Glanford Park.
You lose some and you draw some
But never mind the pain
We’re on our way to Anfield
By way of Meadow Lane.
Some say we’ll never make it
Some say it’s all too late
I say we’re on our way to Stamford Bridge
By way of Ashton Gate.
You win some then you lose some
But bear that heavy load
‘Cos we’re on our way to Match of the Day
By way of Brisbane Road.
There are days when it don’t look likely
And the clouds look stern and dark
Look beyond the skies to where glory lies
By way of Huish Park.