Is this the pub life? 

Is this just fantasy? 

Caught in the Gallowgate, 

Dreaming of victory… 

He loves his Newcastle, black-and-white pride, 

Beer in his belly, with a pie on the side. 

On a Saturday night, with the lads he’ll ride— 

Shouting loud and wide… TOON ARMY! 

Beer-o! Pie-o! Women of the night-o! 

Fat lad dancing, belly bouncing—what a sight-o! 

Saturday! Saturday! Out with all the lads-o! 

Nothing really matters— 

If the Toon just win today! 

Ohhh… he’s just a Geordie fan… 

Beer in hand, pie in pan… 

And the night… goes… on— 

*GONG!*