[Verse 1]
It's the weekend again
And I'm going to watch my team
Down at the Saints ground
I'll meet with all my pals
It's a proper camaraderie
A clique you cannot beat
Happy in my place
In my season ticket seat

[Chorus – full band, crowd vocals]
Ohhhh… Saints! You give us the best days of our lives!
Through rain and wins and painful blows, you’re still our pride and joy!
From that first whistle to the final cheer…
We’ll follow you through every passing year!

[Verse 2]
I've got my red and white cap on
And a rugby shirt as well
I've never played the game myself
But at the ref I'll yell
I'll moan about decisions
I'll curse his wretched brain
Shouting "Are you blind, you fool?"
"Oh, not this crap again!"

[Chorus  – full band, crowd vocals]
Ohhhh… Saints! You give us the best days of our lives!
Through rain and wins and painful blows, you’re still our pride and joy!
From that first whistle to the final cheer…
We’ll follow you through every passing year!

[Verse 3]
When we win we're happy
That's when we celebrate
But if we lose the air is blue
As we leave through the gate
Lose or win, our moods defined
The talk throughout the week
Sometimes we're euphoric
Other times it's bleak

[Outro – music softens slightly, sung warmly]
Yeah… Saints…
You give us the best days of our lives…
Best days of our lives…
