Sporting are you listening,
to the songs we are singing,
we'll be walking along
singing a song
SHITTING on the Sporting as we go,oh,oh
When I was just a little boy,
I asked my mother 'What should I be?
Should I be Sporting , should I be Bruges?'
Here's what she said to me:
'Wash your mouth out, son,
And ta-ake your father's gun,
And shoot all the Sporting scum,
Bruges are Number One.'
Who's that lying on the carpet,
Who's that lying on the floor,
It's a fan of Anderlecht,
With a bullet in his head,
And he won't sing Sporting anymore.
Cheer up Walter Baseggio,
Oh what can it mean,
To a sad Sporting bastard,
With a shit football team.
We hate Sporting and we hate Sporting,
We hate Sporting and we hate Sporting,
We hate Sporting and we hate Sporting,
We are Sporting haters.
Hello! Hello! We are the Bruges boys,
Hello! Hello! We are the Bruges boys,
And if you are Sporting fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We all fo-ollow Bruges!
Can you hear Sporting sing,
No-o,no-o,
Can you hear Sporting sing,
No-o,no-o,
Can you hear Sporting sing,
I can't hear a fucking thing!