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Songs
Sung Blue (Everybody knows one!)
I've promised for ages now that I'd set up a page with the words to all the Killie songs that I could get my
mitts on but it's been a bit of a pain in the arse. First I waited for ages for Bryan of the 20/20 to come across with the goods and then I had no access to the text I'd saved which was away at the mac doctors with my hard drive and there was no chance I was doing all that again! Even when everything was ready to go there were more problems, what to include, different versions of the same songs etc. etc. To try and make it a bit easier I've tried to
categorize the ones that I have to stop the complaints flooding in. If you spot any blatant errors by all means let me know, if you know any more songs we've missed (and there's bound to be plenty) please do likewise. I will try to give the original tunes a mention but I know very few of these...I await Conman sending me them all in due course. Before you go any further I will warn you that there are a few sweary words in the lyrics below, but it would defeat the purpose to blank them all out so be
warned. See how many of these you remember...
(She'll be coming round the
Mountain)
I will wear a Killie bonnet 'til I die, I will wear a Killie bonnet 'til I die,
I will wear a Killie bonnet, with f*ck the a*r upon it, wear a Killie bonnet
'til I die.
(She'll be coming round the Mountain)
There'll be Johnnie Walker whisky in the Cup, There'll be Johnnie Walker
whisky in the Cup,
There'll be Johnnie Walker whisky, Johnnie Walker whiskey,
Johnnie Walker whisky in the Cup - Thank f*ck.
(H.A.P.P.Y.)
I'm Killie 'til I die, I'm Killie 'til I die, I know I am, I'm sure I am...I'm Killie
'til I die.
(Unknown)
Killie boys, we are here, woah, woah, Killie boys, we are here, woah,
woah,
Killie boys, we are here, shag your women and drink your beer...Woo-oo-oo-oo-oh!
(Unknown)
We're here, cos we love Killie. We're here, cos we love Killie etc.
(Unknown)
K, I, L - L, I, E...and the name of the team is Kilmarnock FC.
(The Red
Flag)
Oh way up high, up in the sky, we'll keep the blue flag flying high,
Through rain or muck, we'll fight like f*ck, to keep the blue flag flying
high.
(Unknown)
We'll beat you at home and we'll beat you away, we'll f*ck any b*stard that gets in our
way,
We'll drink all your whisky and Newcastle Brown, the Killie Boys are in town...na na na...etc
(Unknown)
And it's a*rshire Killie...a*rshire Killie FC,
We're by far the greatest team, the world has ever seen.
(The Happy Wanderer - then some Gary Glitter
number)
I love to go a wandering, along the mountain track, and as I go I love to sing
...the Killie boys are back!
Killie are back, Killie are back, Hello, Hello, It's good to be back, Killie are back Hello,
Hello.
(Molly
Malone)
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly
Malone,
She wheeled her wheel barrow, through the streets broad and narrow...
Singing...Killie! Killie! Killie!
(You got me singing the
blues)
I've never felt more like singing the blues, The Killie would win - the
a*r would lose,
Oh Killie, you got me singing the blues!
I realise the way your eyes deceive me, with tender looks that I mistook for
love,
So take away those flowers that you gave me, and send the kind that you remind me
of.
Paper roses, paper roses, oh how real those roses seem to me,
But they're only, imitation, like your imitation love for me.
I thought that you might be the perfect lover, you seemed so full of sweetness at the
start,
But like a big red rose that's made of paper, there isn't any sweetness in your
heart.
Paper roses, paper roses, oh how real those roses seem to me,
But they're only, imitation, like your imitation love for me.
(Some Tommy Steel crap no
doubt)
My old man, said be a Killie fan, and don't dilly dally on the way,
We'll take Pittodrie and all that's in it, we'll take the jungle in half a
minute,
With flick knifes 'n' hammers, chisels and spanners, we taught the a*r
b*stards how to fight,
Oh, you won't take Rugby Park and all that's in it, cos the Killie boys can fight - Like
f*ck!
(Sailing)
We are Killie, super Killie, no one likes us, we don't care.
We hate a*r, black b*stards, and we'll chase them, everywhere.
(No awa' tae bide
awa')
As I was walking down the Copeland Road, I met a bunch o' strangers,
And they said to me, "Are you going to see, The famous Glasgow
Rangers?"
So I took a trip to Ibrox Park, to see ma Uncle Willie,
And the boys in blue, got f*cked 6-2, from the famous Ayrshire Killie.
(The Red
Flag)
Hello Hello, How do you do? We hate the boys in royal blue,
We hate the boys in Emerald green, So f*ck your pope and f*ck your
queen.
(He's only a poor little
Sparrow)
He's only a poor little a*r fan, his face is all tattered and torn,
He made me feel sick, so I hit him with a brick, and now he's not singing no
more!
(Hersham
Boys)
Killie boys, Killie boys, laced up boots and corduroys.
a*r boys, a*r boys, Sindy dolls and Tonka toys.
(In my Liverpool
home)
In your Glasgow slums... You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead cat and you think it's a treat...
In your Glasgow slums. Yer ma's on the game and yer dad's in the
nick,
You can't get a job cos your so f*ckin thick...
In your Glasgow slums. You sh*t on the carpet and sh*t in the bath,
You finger your grannie and think it's a laugh...
In your Glasgow slums. You look in Sue Ryder for something to wear,
Your wife is a junkie, your kids are in care ...In your Glasgow slums.
(She'll be coming round the
Mountain)
Singing I come fae Killie no fae a*r. Singing I come fae Killie no fae
a*r.
Singing I come fae Killie, I'm no so f*ckin silly, I come fae Killie no fae
a*r - Thank f*ck.
(Land of Hope and
Glory)
We hate Glasgow Rangers, We hate Celtic too,
We hate a*r united, but Killie we love you!
(Marching Through
Georgia)*
Hello, hello, we are the Killie boys. Hello, hello, we are the Killie
boys.
And if you are an a*r fan, surrender or you'll die. We will follow
Kilmarnock.
(Marching Through
Georgia)*
Hello, hello, we are the Killie boys. Hello, hello, you'll know us by our
noise.
We're up to our knees in a*r blood, surrender or you'll die. We are the
A*rshire Killie boys.
(Island in the Sun)
Oh United came to Killie today, They're
going to show us how to play.
But the Killie boys had the vital spark, and played the black and
whites right off the park.
Oh Glory Glory, in the sun. Killie two, united none.
All the pubs will sing tonight, 'cause
Killie knocked shite out the black and white.
The Ayr fans came into the town, singin' we're going up and you're
going down.
But Jimmy and Steve said 'Want a bet?', and stuck two goals in the
bastards net
Oh Glory Glory, in the sun. Killie
two, united none.
All the pubs will sing tonight, 'cause
Killie knocked shite out the black and white.
We are the famous Kilmarnock FC,
we've won the cup and the league you see.
But the 2nd team in A*rshire's never had that thrill, They've won
fuck all and never will!
Oh Glory Glory, in the rain.
Killie two, united nane.
All the pubs will sing tonight,
'cause Killie knocked shite out the black and white.
(Que Serra Serra)
When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother what would I be,
Will I be Killie or will I be scum, here's what she said to me -
Wash your mouth out son, and fetch me your father's gun
And we'll go kill all the A*r scum - Que serra serra
(My Darling Clementine)
I'm a wanker,
I'm a wanker, I'm a wanker, Yes I am.
But I'd rather be a wanker...than an A*r United fan
(You'll Never Walk Alone)
Sign on, Sign on,
With hope in your heart
And you'll never...get...a job
You'll never get a job (You
Are My Sunshine)
You are a gypsy
A black A*r gypsy
You're only happy on giro day
Your mums out thieving
Your dads drug dealing
So please don't take my hubcaps away
(In My Liverpool Home)
On your Aberdeen Farms
You pester the lambs when you hide in the grass
You'd rather shag sheep than a fit normal lass
On your Aberdeen farms
(Bring Back My Bonnie To Me)
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
and the arse of a dirty big crow.
I'd fly over Somerset tomorrow,
and shite on the bastards below, below...
Shite on the bastards below.
PLAYER SPECIFIC (OLD &
NEW)
(D.I.S.C.O.)
D.A.R.G.O. - He is D.A.R.G.O.
He is D - Delightful, He is A - Amazing, He is R - Really Brilliant, He is G -
Gettin' better
....He scores GO-O-OALS
(Island in the
Sun)
Glory, glory in the sun, Killie three a*r united one,
All my days, I will sing the praises of Billy Stark and Tommy Burns.
(Son of my
father)
Oh Bobby, Bobby - Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, William-son
(Unknown)
We've got Ally Ally Ally Ally Mitchell, On the wing, on the wing,
We've got Ally Ally Ally Ally Mitchell, On the wing, on the wing,
Ally, oh Ally Mitchell, Ally Mitchell on the wing,
Ally, oh Ally Mitchell, Ally Mitchell on the wing!
(Horny, Horny,
Horny)
He is Ally, Ally Ally Mitchell.
(Hey
Jude)
Jesus (hey soos), don't feel so sad, You took a good team, and made it
better.
Remember, we let you into our hearts, and that's when it started, just getting
better
....Na na na na na na na, na na na na...Jesus (hey soos) etc.
(Auntie Mary hud a
canary)
Wullie Watters, Wullie Watters, na na na na na na,
Wullie Watters, Wullie Watters, na na na na na na.
(The Quartermasters
Store)
He's blue, he's white, He used to play for shite, Ian Durrant, Ian
Durrant.
(The Quartermasters
Store)
When Monty, went up, to lift the Scottish Cup. We were there, we were
there.
(Vindaloo)
Dindeleux, Dindeleux - Dindeleux, Dindeleux, na na,
Dindeleux, Dindeleux - Dindeleux, Dindeleux, na na
Dindeleux, Dindeleux - Dindeleux, Dindeleux, na na
We're...gonna...score...one...more...than...you...KILLIE!
(Some tune about two flamin donkeys or
summat)
Aye, aye aye aye aye, Cocard is better than Larsson,
And Christophe is better than Tore Andre Flo, and Christophe is better than anyone!
(Unknown)
Marshall to Freddie, Freddie to Gary, Gary to Jesus, Jesus to Ian, Ian to Toni, Toni to Andy,
Andy to Christophe and goal! We're on the ball, We're on the ball...etc.
(Robin Hood Riding Through the
Glen)
Tommy Burns, Tommy Burns, riding through the glen,
Tommy Burns, Tommy Burns, with another ten,
He's got the flair, You can f*ck your a*r, Tommy Burns, Tommy Burns, Tommy
Burns.
(Holiday)
Paul, Paul, Paul Di Giacomo - He gets the ball,
He scores the goals - Paul Di Giacomo.
(Tulips From
Amsterdam)
When its Spring again, we`ll sing again
"Ross Mathie from Cambuslang"
with our hearts so true in White and Blue
"Ross Mathie from Cambuslang"
When Ross keeps on scoring, our voices are a roaring.
So its Spring again ,lets sing again
"Ross Mathie from Cambuslang"
(Land of
Hope and Glory)
Land of Hope and Glory, Home of Kilmarnock FC...FC
We shall never be beaten...on to Victory!
God Bless Them
Men Like Jackie McGrory , boys like Tommy McLean
All over the west of Scotland , Ayrshire Killie shall reign!
(The
Fields of Athenry)
Oh - I - could murder a Killie Pie,
I can't believe the shite in your T-Bar.
I ordered chips 'n' cheese, what the f*ckin hell are these?
Oh I wish that I could have a Killie Pie.
Okay, that's enough for now, my minds a blank but I know there are many more, especially the player specific ones which could go on forever (Eddie Morrison etc.). If your favourite is not included send it to
baz@killiefc.com and I'll try and fit it in
somewhere.
*I am reliably informed that the song
'Marching Through Georgia' was one sung during the American Civil War and that Killie have actually sung it for years and have as much claim to it as the huns. I only hate it because everyone else associates it with them and they are just not
very nice people generally, however, now that I know the full story I may reconsider my stance. After all, the original does have the line
'how the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound', so maybe it's more our song than theirs after all!
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