The kings of Devon

(yeah) (welcome to Home Park) (greens on the march,

baby)

Down in Devon there's a club that thinks they run the west

But they're playing in the shadows of the very best Red and

white stripes looking fragile on the pitch When the Greens march in,

we make your lineup switch From St James Park you can hear

the quiet sigh As the Pilgrims rise and we take the crown

high (we take it all!)

Green army rising, we rule the coast You talk a big game

but it's just a ghost Plymouth Argyle,

we wear the crown Exeter City,

we're tearing you down!

(down!) (yeah we tear it down)

Your history is empty,

your cabinet is bare When you play the Pilgrims you're caught in

a snare

We've got the passion,

the pride, and the crew There's only one team in the west,

and it ain't you Go back to your corner,

pack up your defeat Because the Green Army is marching on your

street (get

out!)

No contest, no fight

We shine in the green light You falter,

you slide

We play with pure pride (nowhere to hide)

Green army rising, we rule the coast You talk a big game

but it's just a ghost Plymouth Argyle,

we wear the crown Exeter City,

we're tearing you down!

(we tear it down!)

Plymouth Argyle owns the west Remember the name (argyle!) (haha,

we out)