Listen to them Stoke are back in the Prem
But folks talk like we're goin' straight back down again.
There's not enough class to give it a bash
And at the end of the season, Stoke will be last.
Paddy should have waited, his power's overarted
Payin' out money on Stoke bein' relegated,
What a joke, what a daft bloke,
Cos who was the first team to come down Stoke?
Aston Villa, a five goal thriller,
Delap with a throw and Sidibe with the killer.
Wam Bamma, thank you Mamma
Martin O'Niell wasn't overly anima.
Oh that's it, the power of the Brit
Howling and growling in the bear pit.
Oh can ya? Oh can ya?
Hear yourself think in the Britannia?
What a crowd, what a sound,
It's officially the loudest ground.
Take eeet,
The noise at the Brit will make your ears bleed.
On a windy day, Spurs blew away.
Sunderland got nothing when they came to play.
Then Arsene, said it was obscene,
He bleated 'cos Stoke defeated his team,
Whatever he said, it was them that saw red,
As the mighty Potters put Arsenal to bed.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We've been baffled by Stoke's travels
At times it's felt like it's all unravelled.
Too much defence? Not enough offence?
Some question Pulis' tactical sense,
but you can't ignore, Anfield's roar
Where we died for the cause, Liverpool couldn't score.
It's that fighting spirit, that keeps Stoke in it,
Even when we approach the nintieth minute,
Like at the Magpies, it was do or die,
But we rescued a point thanks to Abdoulaye.
At the park of St James and Villa the same,
Back from the dead the Potters came.
Our spirits soared and we all roared,
When in the last minute... WHELAN SCORED.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We're not goin' under, the home form's a wonder,
Just ask Albion, Bolton, Man City or Boro.
Pundits and fans up and down the land,
The simpe message, please understand:
Love us or hate us, you must tolerate us,
We're not goin' down so don't try relegate us.
We're not being rude, but we're not in the mood
To leave the Premier League any time soon.
We're here for a while and I'm not a liar,
So you better learn the words to Delilah.
We're the real deal, we're not fakers,
We won't go away even if you try and make us.
We're on the way up, where Coates will take us,
And if you don't believe me just ask Mr Acres.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
