Queens Park Rangers

At Loftus Road the hoops take flight,
A claret‑blue sea beneath the night.
Queens Park Rangers, proud and true,
Chasing dreams in every hue.

From the roar of the terraced stand,
To the whisper of wind on the grass,
Each pass a promise, each tackle a brand,
Of loyalty that forever will last.

When the whistle blows and the floodlights gleam,
Hearts beat as one, a steady refrain—
For the hoops, the hope, the ever‑lasting dream,
Of glory returning again and again.