As I walked onto the steps of the Holte End,
As I walked onto the Holte End one day,
I saw a young Bluenose all cut up in ribbons
Battered and bleeding on the Holte end he lay.
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I said to the Bluenose what has happened to you,
Why have they beat you and left you this way,
He said all I did was to come on the Holte End,
To come on the Holte End to sing and to pray
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I sang that the City were better than Villa
That Villa were shit and they couldn't play,
So they beat me and cut me and left me in ribbons
And here in a pool of my own blood I lay,
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So let this be a lesson to all bluenosed bastards
Don't come on the Holte End to sing and to pray
'Cause if you dare say a word about our Aston Villa
Iit'll be the last **** word that you'll ever say.
Villa, Villa, Villa, Villa