Molly Malone
In Leicester’s fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Singing du du du du du du du du du Leicester​

Ricardo (ABBA - Fernando)
Theres a lad we bought from Portugal
He's Magical 
Ricardooo
Running down the wing in royal blue
Scores Belters too
Ricardooo​

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Na-na na-na (Steam)

​Na-na na-na

Na-na na-na

Hey hey-ey

Leicester City!

Facundo (Take me home, county roads - John Denver)
Facundo, Facundo

Facundo, Facundo!

Buanonotte, plays for City

Facundo, Fancundo

Fatawu (Voulez vous - ABBA)

Fatawu, Abdul

Running down the wing, Abdul

Here the Leicester sing, Abdul

Leicester boys are staying up

Ayew (Champions again ole ole)

Jordan Aye ole ole

Jordan Ayew ole ole

Jordan Ayew

Jordan Ayew

Jordan Ayew ole ole

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Jamie Vardy's Magic
Jamie Vardy's magic,
He wears a magic cast,
He could have gone to Arsenal,
but he didn’t fancy that,
He walked right up to Wenger,
He said chat shit get banged,
I wanna stay at Leicester the best team in the land!
 
When You’re Smiling
Oh when you’re smiling
When you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you
When you’re laughing
When you’re laughing
The sun comes shining through
But when you’re crying, you bring on the rain
So stop your sighing, be happy again
‘Cos when you’re smiling
When you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you
The whole world smiles with you
The – whole – world – smiles – with – you
And Leicester!!!
And Leicester!!!
And Leicester!!!
 
Our Boys in Blue
Leicester City
Our boys in blue
The terrace sings
A song for you

Bring on the Sunderland and Arsenal 
Bring on the Sunderland and Arsenal
Bring on the Scousers by the score (by the score)
Barcelona, Real Madrid
They’ll all make a mighty bid
But they won’t beat the Leicester any more

We’ll Never Be Mastered
Forever and ever
We’ll follow our team
We’re Leicester City, we rule supreme
We’ll never be mastered
By those Forest bastards
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high​

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Boys from Filbert Street (Treat – Kasabian)
I said now everybody knows
We are the boys from Filbert Street
I said now everybody knows
We are the boys from Filbert Street
 
Hark now hear
Hark now hear the Leicester sing
The Chelsea ran away
And we will fight forever more
Because of Boxing Day​

Leicester Boot Boys
Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly
‘Have you heard of the North Bank, Highbury?’
Shanks said ‘No, I don’t think so’
‘But I’ve heard of the Leicester Boot Boys’
Na na na na na na na naaah
Na na na na na na na naaah
Na na na na na na na naaah

Singing The Blues
I’ve never felt more like singing the blues
When Leicester win and Forest lose
Oh Leicester, you’ve got me singing the blues
Two, Three, Four…
(and repeat)

When You’re Tired and Weary
When you’re tired and weary
Your heart might skip a beat
You’ll get your fucking heads kicked in
When you walk down Filbert Street
You’ll walk into the Spion Kop
And hear a mighty roar
Fuck off you Forest bastards
We are the Leicester boys​

When Skies Are Grey
You are my Leicester, my only Leicester
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You’ll never notice, how much I love you
So please don’t take, my Leicester, away
Nanananana ooh, ooh!
 
Leicester score
Leicester score, Leicester score
If you get one you’ll get more
We’ll sing you assembly, when we get to Wembley
So score, Leicester score!
 
Oh when the Blues
Oh when the Blues (oh when the Blues)
Go marching in (go marching in)
Oh when the Blues go marching in
I wanna be in that number
Oh when the Blues go marching in
 
Iwan is a Welshman
Iwan is a Welshman, he wears a Welshman’s hat
He lives with Julian Joachim, in a Leicester council flat
He scores ’em with his left foot, he scores ’em with his right
And when we play the Derby… HE SCORES ALL FUCKING NIGHT!!!
 
Wings of an eagle
If I had the wings of an eagle
If I had the arse of a crow
I’d fly over Nottingham Forest
And shit on the bastards below (BELOW!)
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below
 
Leicester Boys
Leicester boys, we are here – whoa, whoa!
Leicester boys, we are here – whoa, whoa!
Leicester boys, we are here – we’ll shag your women and drink your beer
Whoa! Whoa! Shhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!​

​At home or away (Michael Jackson, You Are Not Alone)
​Leicester City FC
They're the team for me
At home or away
On a Saturday!

Paris to Berlin
From Paris to Berlin
In every disco we've been in
We're singing Fuck Nottingham, Fuck Nottingham!
Coz we all know that it's true
That the East Midlands is Blue
We're singing Fuck Nottingham, Fuck Nottingham!

Singing Loud
We're singing loud for you Leicester
Our only love since 1884
Oh we'll always fight
For the Blue and White
And the city that sits upon the Soar

Leicester Boys Are We
Leicester boys are we, proud of our city,
In good times and in bad, we always back the lads;
And we won the Premier league.

​​Harry Winks (Ooh-Wakka-Doo-Wakka-Day, Gilbert O'Sullivan)

I wanna tell you I might as well do

about a boy who could do anything

He plays for Leicester, there's no-one better

Harry Winks, Harry Winks, Harry Winks!

​Hermanson (L'amour Toujours)

Mads Hermanson, Mads Hermanson

Du du-du-du du-du-du-du-du-du-du​​
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