this place is quietly tucked away
Run by a bunch of crusties,
But when you see the latest one,
That every creature in it
It's funded from the brilliant sleeves
From Soviet oil resources
So take a walk down Stamford Bridge
and soon you'll plainly see
The universe's most exclusive
they're playing for Chelsea
He wants a new one every day,
There's twenty times more
than they would have cost a week ago
The price is right for Roman,
And all the while most of our clubs
With handouts and collections
just to help them stay alive
Some say that's market forces,
but I call it right wing shit
we've had far too much of it
why don't you buy one from me?
they're playing for Chelsea
but hate Chelsea even more
Find out Stamford Bridge and ask,
what's Russia for Eeyore?
Rejoice this time they lose the game,
Cos they're a plastic football club,
where profiteers play teams
That money is the people's cash,
and Russia it should stay
A curse upon the traders,
who gave So viet wealth away
A few clubs get the millions,
So let's kick out the usurers
and let's take back the ball
want you buy one from me?
they're playing for Chelsea
want you buy one from me?
they're playing for Chelsea
