Holte End Hotel
Where I live
All year round
In my dream
Where I live
By the ground.
I`ll meet you where the lane from Whitton stalls
They hurry when the voice of football calls.
Holte End Hotel
Falling down
Down down down
Ballroom days
Lochead plays
Balding crown.
I`ll meet you where the lane from Whitton stalls
They hurry when the voice of football calls.
