Come On Ye Pars
This is the only song we ever sing according to Old firm fans who think we nicked all their songs. I think not! Celtic are the ones who nicked You'll Never Walk Alone from Liverpool and Rangers haven't had much to sing about for the past couple of years! If you know any songs that we should be singing, let us know.

(To the tune of 'Grand Old Duke of York')
He doesn't come from Holland
He doesn't come from Spain
He comes from Lithuania
And Skerla is his name

(To the tune of 'Hey Jude')
La, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, Skerla
La, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, Skerla

(To the tune of 'You are my Sunshine')
You are a Wegie, a Wegie b*stard
You're only happy on Giro day
Your mum's a stealer
Your dads a dealer
Please don't take my hubcaps away

Walking down the Halbeath road
To see the Jimmy's aces
Singing away, the lads
You should have seen us coming
We're only here, to drink your beer
And shag you're f*cking women

(To the tune of 'Que Sera Sera')
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be Falkirk, will I be Pars?
Here's what she said to me...
Wash your mouth my son
Go get your fathers gun
And shoot the Falkirk scum
The Pars are number one

(To the tune of 'The Great Escape')
We are the loyal, Dunfermline Loyal
F*ck Falkirk and George O' Boyle
We are the loyal, Dunfermline Loyal
F*ck Falkirk and George O'Boyle
He's bent, he's ***
He's an ***** junkie
*** *** *** ***
He's an ***** junkie
(and he works in safeway)

(To the tune of 'Go West')
Stand up, if you love the Pars
Stand up, if you love the Pars
Stand up, if you love the Pars
Stand up, if you love the Pars

Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Calderwood

We're black, we're white
We're f*cking dynamite
We are the Pars
We are the Pars

In your Gorgie slums
You rake in your bucket for something to eat
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat
In you Gorgie slums

If you hate the f*cking falkirk
Clap your hands...

We can see you sneaking out
We can see you
We can see you
We can see you sneaking out...

Ole, ole, ole, ole
We are the Pars! We are the pars!
Ole, ole, ole, ole
We are the Pars! We are the pars!

Walking down the Halbeath road
To see the Jimmy's aces
To see the atheletic fans
With smiles upon their faces
First division champions
Made them very proud
Championees, Championees
They would sing out loud
Every Saturday
They would watch Dunfermline play
Campionees, championees
Away, Away, Away