They are the supporters
Watching their team
play
On terraces far and
wide
Home and away
When flags are waved
They dress with pride
With painted faces
And deep joy inside
But when the whistle
blows
And the dream is at an
end
Tears stain the cheeks
As friend hugs friend
They dressed with a
joy
That they wanted to
express
But there is nothing
sadder
Than sad fancy dress
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