Say hello to St. Pauli, say hello to the Celts
Say hello to St. Pauli, for we are the best of friends
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
In the year of our Lord, 1995, from the sweet Glasgow town we set sail
With a cargo of near, 80 gallons of beer, singing Tiocfaidh Ar La and Hail! Hail!
The Celtic bhoys came on the bus or the plane, to play St. Pauli in Hamburg
And we all knew it fine, it would be party time, so we started as soon as we landed!
Singing:
Chorus
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
Well we went down the town, with the white and the brown, in the morning to see what can be done
In our masses and throngs, singing rebel songs, and the German boys knew every one
And off to Millerntor, we didn't mind the score, and when the football was over
Going down the Reeperbahn, we fixed up our plan, and pretty soon not one of us was sober
We sang:
Chorus
Well St. Pauli are well known at Celtic Park our home, their fans come to watch Celtic play,
In Parkhead and Bairds, and in the Brazen Head, St. Pauli fans are welcome everyday
So fascists beware, take us on if you dare, you'll see there is nothing surer,
St. Pauli and the Celts are simply the best, we're the greatest supporters in Europe!
We sang:
Chorus
Well we spent all our time, drinking lager schnaps and wine, from jugs, bottles and from glasses
And as we walked out, a bhoy began to shout, that we had encountered some n***s
And down in the docks, the scum got a shock, for we fairly turned them over
It was the end of our stay, here in St. Pauli, for we all got deported to Dover!
Say hello to St. Pauli, for we are the best of friends
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
In the year of our Lord, 1995, from the sweet Glasgow town we set sail
With a cargo of near, 80 gallons of beer, singing Tiocfaidh Ar La and Hail! Hail!
The Celtic bhoys came on the bus or the plane, to play St. Pauli in Hamburg
And we all knew it fine, it would be party time, so we started as soon as we landed!
Singing:
Chorus
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
Oh, ah, up the Celts, oh, ah, St. Pauli
Well we went down the town, with the white and the brown, in the morning to see what can be done
In our masses and throngs, singing rebel songs, and the German boys knew every one
And off to Millerntor, we didn't mind the score, and when the football was over
Going down the Reeperbahn, we fixed up our plan, and pretty soon not one of us was sober
We sang:
Chorus
Well St. Pauli are well known at Celtic Park our home, their fans come to watch Celtic play,
In Parkhead and Bairds, and in the Brazen Head, St. Pauli fans are welcome everyday
So fascists beware, take us on if you dare, you'll see there is nothing surer,
St. Pauli and the Celts are simply the best, we're the greatest supporters in Europe!
We sang:
Chorus
Well we spent all our time, drinking lager schnaps and wine, from jugs, bottles and from glasses
And as we walked out, a bhoy began to shout, that we had encountered some n***s
And down in the docks, the scum got a shock, for we fairly turned them over
It was the end of our stay, here in St. Pauli, for we all got deported to Dover!