Luton Town

Luton Town, where fields of green lay neat,
A hatters’ pride on Bedfordshire’s beat,
From Kenilworth Road’s historic roar,
To dreams that soar beyond the shore.

The scarlet shirts, a blaze of fire,
Chase every ball with fierce desire,
Through rainy Tuesdays and bright Saturday cheer,
The Hatters’ heart beats loud and clear.

From humble roots to lofty aims,
The club still wears the town’s proud name,
In every chant, in every sigh,
Luton Town will never die.