Chelsea Chants

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Chelsea, Chelsea wherever you may be,
Don't leave your wife with John Terry,
His Dad deals coke,
And his Mum steals tea,
He cried when he missed a penalty.

Chelsea, Chelsea wherever you may be,
Don't leave your wife with John Terry,
He cannot shoot,
And he can't f*cking pass,
But he'll take your missus up the arse.

Chelsea, Chelsea wherever you may be,
Don’t leave your wife with John Terry,
She’ll be up the duff in a one, two, three,
Then aborted, paid for, by John Terry.

Terry, Terry wherever you may be,
You're getting stripped of your captaincy,
And whilst Mrs Bridge was giving you a w*nk,
I bet you were thinking of fat Frank.

But it could be worse, he could be scouse,
He'd f*ck your wife and then rob your house.