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seems Woodman Corner to the Smethwick End Get the Bovril's in then Afterwards we are going up Cape Hill M and B blood will spill You are what we were We
the Bovril and the scoreline The Old Firm 1, Dundee 2 And I'm Proud To Be An Arab Proud of my home team Yes I'm Proud To Be An Arab Old times...and new
dressed as a jester He burst his balloon and dropped dead at the fright Kevin Barr came as Bovril stops that sinking feeling Astride of a bottle, pyjamas
or get took for a ride We've just got violence in our minds Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck
meat Spread your Bovril in my offal panini Grab an Oxo cube and rim my martini Rub me in goose fat Then prick me with a sprig Of rosemary Then roast me
you to go I just implied that Maybe maybe we needed some Some Bovril But the more I think about it the more I think Maybe this is for the best Maybe
And Jerry drink their Bovril Crawl out from the trenches swap their wives And swap addresses til Our Lady's calling Time then back in line behind Your pistols
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