Oh, I could dance in me Trews
With the geezers as we sing.
The last orders alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the beer out of my eyes.
My Quins shirt is all dirty and it stinks.

Cheer up, Sleepy team.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a drunk Quins supporter
And some points for a win

You once thought of me
As a bloke with a pink gin
Now you know how loud I can sing
Oh, and our Cup wins start to grow
But there's no Fullers beer to flow
But how much, baby, do we really need?


Cheer up, Sleepy team.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a drunk Quins supporter
And some points for a win
Cheer up, Sleepy team.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a drunk Quins supporter
And some points for a win

[Instrumental interlude if 'The Monastery of Sound' are available]

Cheer up, Sleepy team.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a drunk Quins supporter
And some points for a win

[Repeat ad nauseum]