Letras
Laced me boots skies lookin' grey
Heed doon graftin' me way
Past the chippy pint in hand
Off tae St James'-aye that's the plan
Howay the lads! Gannin' full pelt
Black n' white pride ye've neva felt
From the Tyne up high to the Leazes wind
Wor toon wor voice wor kind
Scarf around me neck tight like a hug
Crowd's buzzin' louder than a bairn's first chug
Rain or shine we divvn't care
It's the Toon we're backin'-aye we'll be there
Howay the lads! Gannin' full pelt
Black n' white pride ye've neva felt
From the Tyne up high to the Leazes wind
Wor toon wor voice wor kind
Ne need for names or fancy flair
It's the badge man it's the air
We've had ups we've had the dips
But we sing wi' clenched fists n' Geordie lips!
Howay the lads! Let the roof gan mad
From me granda's cheer to me young'un's glad
We roar like the Tyne wild and grand-
We are the Toon united we stand!