Once upon a time in London lived a father and son,
Who loved Chelsea FC and all of the fun,
Went to Stamford Bridge in sunshine and rain,
Cheered on the boys through the smiles and the pain
They saw Osgood and Cooke in their brilliant best,
To the wizard called Zola who destroyed defences like a pest
They cheered the trophies that JT and Lamps raised,
As Chelsea won trophies the old guard was praised
Stamford Bridge will forever be home,
As they watched the Blues with pure passion shown,
Drogba, Dixon, Hazard and more
The Brilliant blues left them all on the floor
But as the father grew older the realisation soon came,
One day soon this will be our last game
He looked at his son with a tear in his eye,
And said, “We lived some magic in those years gone by”
The son held his father with no shame or remorse
For football is love from the purest source
We’ll keep cheering Chelsea even when you are gone,
For time is immortal in verse and in song
For now we sing with all our might,
Through the Saturday sunlight to Champions League night,
When the game of live is over I’ll be sad that is true
But until the end of time we remain forever blue
For football is more than just a game
The passion of blood, is higher than fame
It’s being there through thick and thin
Winning and losing forever with kin
