Matchday at St. Andrews

It’s more than a game. It’s matchday. Brum blue, b***d deep. We’re marchin’ to St Andrew’s. Sun or rain, we lace the boots, Scarf round the neck, in the same old routes, From the pubs to the gates, it’s a sea of blue, Whole city buzzin’ — 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, It’s Birmingham City ‘til the day we die! t’s matchday at St Andrew’s, hear the roar! Blue hearts pound like never before, Through the highs, the lows, we stay true, Birmingham City — we bleed royal blue! K**k-off near, crowd’s on fire, Whole stand’s shaking like a livewire, From Jude to legends gone before, Every tackle’s w*r, every goal we roar. Singin’ “Keep Right On” 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 ain’t just a club — it’s me and you. It’s matchday at St Andrew’s, feel the sound! When the Blues come marching, the world shakes down, From the stands to the pitch, all hearts true, Birmingham City — forever blue! KRO! (Keep Right On!) Stand up tall, we’re never gone! Raise that badge, raise it high, Brum 'til we fall — we never die! Na-na-na-na, ohhhhhh Brum City! Na-na-na-na, you’re everything to me! (K**k drum mimics crowd claps) Let 'em come, let 'em f***t — we stand united tonight! Blue collar. Blue b***d. One city. One club. Keep Right On