By a lonely bar room stool I heard a paddy call-ing
Michael, Quins have beaten us again
For their wingers are too fast
They made Sackey eat their dust
Now our poor team is going down the drain


Low lie the fans of old L I
They thought that they could even score a try
They were beaten by the Quins
Will they ever get some wins?
It’s so lonely as a fan of old L I


By an ugly car park wall, I saw an old drum roll-ing
As a paddy sat down on the floor to cry
For he’ll live in hope and pray
That they’ll beat the Quins one day
But there’s more chance that a pig will start to fly


Low lie the fans of old L I
They thought that they could even score a try
They were beaten by the Quins
Will they ever get some wins?
It’s so lonely as a fan of old L I


I was on the grassy knoll, when I heard a paddy cry-ing
'Worsley they are taking you away
Now our hopes have gone and strayed
That we'll win a scrum some day'
And he sat there as he blubbed in his green wig


Low lie the fans of old L I
They thought that they could even score a try
They were beaten by the Quins
Will they ever get some wins?
It’s so lonely as a fan of old L I


With a grin upon his face, I saw Mike Scott a-smil-ing
Tofty we are sending you away
To a place that's bland and grey
Where they'll think that you can play
We will visit and we’ll beat you come what may


Low lie the fans of old L I
They thought that they could even score a try
They were beaten by the Quins
Will they ever get some wins?
It’s so lonely as a fan of old L I


By a lonely dolls house small, I saw our Tofty call-ing
Evans won’t you take me back again?
For I am not use at all
‘Cos they grow the grass too tall
and I try to see, but it all is in vain


Low lie the fans of old L I
They thought that they could even score a try
They were beaten by the Quins
Will they ever get some wins?
It’s so lonely as a fan of old L I

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