Itâs more than a game.
Itâs matchday.
Brum blue, b***d deep.
Weâre marchinâ to St Andrewâs.
Sun or rain, we lace the boots,
Scarf round the neck, in the same old routes,
From the pubs to the gates, itâs a sea of blue,
Whole city buzzinâ â yeah, you feel it too.
Program in hand, old chants in the air,
Legends in shirts, memories everywhere,
From Tilton to Kop, we sing with pride,
Itâs Birmingham City âtil the day we die!
tâs matchday at St Andrewâs, hear the roar!
Blue hearts pound like never before,
Through the highs, the lows, we stay true,
Birmingham City â we bleed royal blue!
K**k-off near, crowdâs on fire,
Whole standâs shaking like a livewire,
From Jude to legends gone before,
Every tackleâs w*r, every goal we roar.
Singinâ âKeep Right Onâ at the top of our lungs,
Til the final whistle, where the f***t gets won,
From the youngest fan to the old school crew,
This ainât just a club â itâs me and you.
Itâs matchday at St Andrewâs, feel the sound!
When the Blues come marching, the world shakes down,
From the stands to the pitch, all hearts true,
Birmingham City â forever blue!
KRO! (Keep Right On!)
Stand up tall, weâre never gone!
Raise that badge, raise it high,
Brum 'til we fall â we never die!
Na-na-na-na, ohhhhhh Brum City!
Na-na-na-na, youâre everything to me!
(K**k drum mimics crowd claps)
Let 'em come, let 'em f***t â we stand united tonight!
Blue collar. Blue b***d.
One city. One club.
Keep Right On