

Yeah, yeah Greens on the march,
boy
Down the A38, we know who owns the coast While you stay
dreaming, we make the biggest boast Home Park is rocking under the
Devon sun You play in red and white but the battle's already
won From the Tamar bridge down to the harbor wall We stand
supreme while you prepare to fall
Argyle greens are marching high (we rise) Exeter city,
see your banners slide (down,
down)
We are the kings of the West Country scene No room for
red when the world is green
(yeah, haha)
Your tiny park can't hold a flame to our fire Your history's
flat, while we are climbing higher St James is quiet,
empty rows in the cold While Pilgrim pride is painted bright and
bold We play with soul,
you play with fear in your eyes Just check the table,
look who took the prize (that's us)
Greens on the rise,
we never stop
(never stop) Watching you tumble from the top
(tumble down)
Devon is ours, it's plain to see
Plymouth is the only place to be
Argyle greens are marching high (we rise) Exeter city,
see your banners slide (down,
down)
We are the kings of the West Country scene No room for
red when the world is green
(yeah, haha)
Green army marching out (green army)
Nothing left to say
Exeter, pack your bags and go home
(peace out)