Ususal haunt, somewhere in the Lizard Lounge, but post-match celebrations require a bit more organising:

Club Anthems:

Bristol University (to Bread of Heaven)                         

 

We don’t play for adoration

We don’t play for victory

We just play for recreation

Bristol University

 

Balls to (the team you’ve played)

Balls to

We won’t play you anymore, anymore,

We won’t play you anymore

Coz we gave you a f****n hiding/

Coz you gave us a f****n hiding                                                   

 

 

Army

 

I don’t want to join the army

I don’t want to go to war

I’d rather hang around Piccadilly Underground

Living off the earning of a high born lady

 

I don’t want to take a bullet

I don’t want my bollocks shot away

I’d rather stay in Bristol

In merry merry Bristol

And fornicate my f****n life away, cor blimey

 

Monday I touched her on the ankle

Tuesday I touched her on the knee

On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress

On Thursday I saw it cor blimey

Friday I had my hands upon it

Saturday she gave my balls a squeeze, balls a squeeze

On Sunday after supper, I rammed the f****r up her,

And now I do it seven days a week

 

Monday I rammed the f*****r up her

On Tuesday I rammed the f****r up her  etc ….

 

 

 

 

Bristol Man

Although I’ve often said it

It’s always to my credit

I am a Bristol man, I am a Bristol man

Iiii could have gone to Manchester,…shite

Or even good old Exeter, …scum

Or even even Uwe, …F******g £$%&%^&

But in spite of all these colleges,

 which are merely just apologies

I am a Bristol man, I am a Bristol man

 

Give me a B, B

Give me a R, R

Give me an I, I

Give me a S, S

Give me a T, T

Gimme an O, OOOOOOO

Gimme an L, L

 

What have you got BRISTOL, I Can’t here you BRISTOL, I said I still can’t f*****ng hear ya                                                BRISTOL!!!!!   BR BR BR BR

 

 

 

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