When I get home my wife will kill me She's so house proud, so don't tread dirt into the carpet Stop for a pint in Chapeltown Lights turn to red and then they go out And for the price of five pounds It's what the seventies were about Leeds United, Leeds United From Wakefield to the Ridings To the ground at Elland Road At Leeds United they're chanting vengence, it's a 13-nil defeat on the front page of the Post A last-minute substitution but we didn't have the talent I was beaten, we were gutted, I was sick as a parrot Leeds United Leeds United Every Saturday night at the teddy boys' disco It's good to be young Leave the wife at home now Propping up the bar, World Of Sport then fixing the car You're on a mission from God It's what the weekend's all about It's good to be young now Leeds United, Leeds United Mark II Ford Cortina, Vauxhall Viva, Ford Corsair On the terraces of Leeds United One voice is silent, he's the man with jet-black hair And come-to-bed eyes, that's what he had It's just another wet Saturday afternoon with the lads Leeds United Leeds United Leeds United Leeds United Little monsters run and roam Little blighters in the carpet They're hidden in the walls In the attic and in the cupboards And in the House of Lords The Chamber of Horrors at Madame Tussauds Out with the old, we've got to make room for them all Leeds United, Leeds United There but for the grace of God we go Leeds United, Leeds United Bad season after season at Elland Road Leeds United, Leeds United No leads for the West Yorkshire police In Victorian Leeds, concrete Leeds There's a killer on the terraces, better call in Doris Stokes The devil came to Yorkshire in the Silver Jubilee It could be Kendo Nagasaki, Jimmy Savile, or the Queen Leeds United Leeds United Leeds United Leeds United The North, the North Where we do what we want to The North, the North Where we do what we like The North, the North Where we do what we want to The North, the North Where we do what we like