Taking over Barcelona
Taking over,
Taking over,
Taking over Barcelona.

We're on the march, we're Fergies army,
We're all going to Wembley,
And we'll really shake 'em up,
When we win the F.A. cup,
'Coz United are the greatest football team.

She wore, she wore, she wore a scarlet ribbon,
She wore a scarlet ribbon in the merry month of may,
And when, I asked, her why she wore that ribbon,
She said it's for United, and we're going to Wembley.
Wembley, Wembley,
We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wembley.

We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
Just like the team, that's gonna win the F.A. cup - again!
We shall not be moved.

...and there'll be thousands of Reds,
And we will all have split heads,
Because the fans are all twats in Feyenoord...

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be,
We're going to Wembley,
Que sera, sera.

If you're all going to Wembley clap your hands,
If you're all going to Wembley clap your hands,
If you're all going to Wembley,
All going to Wembley,
All going to Wembley clap your hands.

Drink, drink, wherever you may be,
We are the drunk and disorderly,
And we don't give a shit and we don't give a fuck,
We're going home with the Cup Winners cup.

We're gonna win the cup,
We're gonna win the cup,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the cup.

We'll be running round Wembley with the cup, pissed up,
We'll be running round Wembley with the cup, pissed up,
We'll be running round Wembley,
Running round Wembley,
Running round Wembley with the cup, pissed up.

We won the cup,
We won the cup,
Ee-aye-adio,
We won the cup.

Bring on the double, bring on the double tonight ...
We've done the double, we've done the double tonight ...
We've done the double, we've done the double again ...

From the banks of the River Irwell,
To the shores of Sicily,
We will fight, fight, fight, for United,
'Till we win the Football League,
To hell with Liverpool,
To hell with Man City - (they're shit!)
We will fight, fight, fight, for United,
'Till we win the Football League.

We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league.

Drink, drink, wherever you may be,
We are the drunk and disorderly,
And we don't give a fuck, and we don't give a shit,
We're going home with the championship.

Champione, champione,
Are we, are we, are we.

We won the Football League again,
Down by the Riverside,
Down by the Riverside,
Down by the Riverside.
We won the Football League again,
Down by the Riverside,
Down by the Riverside.

We won the Football League again,
This time on Merseyside,
This time on Merseyside,
This time on Merseyside.
We won the Football League again,
This time on Merseyside,
This time on Merseyside.

Manchester, Manchester United,
A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes
They deserve to be knighted
If ever they're playing in your town
You must get to that football ground
Take a lesson come to see
Football taught by Matt Busby and...

We are the champions, my friend,
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end,
We are the champions, we are the champions,
No time for losers, 'coz we are the champions,
Of the world.

We're just one of those teams,
That you see now and then,
We often score six,
But we seldom score ten,
We beat 'em at home,
And we beat 'em away,
We kill any b*stards,
That get in our way.
We are the pride of all Europe,
The cock of the North,
We hate the Scousers,
The Cockneys of course,
We are United,
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys.
Na na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na - OOOGH !

We're Man U and we are loud,
Loyal fans and totally proud,
Beat 'em at home beat 'em away,
Kill any b*stards that get in our way,
We hate City, Scouse, Leeds scum,
And we make the bastards run,
With this team we shall go far,
Hughes, Giggs, Sharpe and Cantona,
Won the league let's do it again,
By just one point instead of ten,
We'll keep the red flag flying high,
'Coz Man United will never die.

Will never die, will never die,
Will never die, will never die,
We'll keep the red flag flying high,
'Coz Man United will never die.

For ever and ever,
We'll follow the boys,
Of Man United,
The Busby Babes.

Hello, hello, we are the the Busby boys,
Hello, hello, we are the the Busby boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We all follow United.

Oh, me lads,
You should have seen us coming,
Fastest team in the League,
Just to see us winning,
All the lads and lasses,
With smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Warwick Road,
To see Matt Busby's aces.

And it's Man United,
Man United F.C.
We're by far the greatest team,
The world has ever seen.

Glory, glory, Man United,
Glory, glory, Man United,
Glory, glory, Man United,
And the reds go marching on, on, on.

We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
Oh, United we love you.

Oh Manchester, Oh Manchester,
Oh Manchester is wonderful,
It's full of t*ts, f*nny, and United,
Oh Manchester is wonderful.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see,
United win away - oh!

Oh it's a grand old team to play for,
Oh it's a grand old team to see,
And if, you know, your history,
It's enough to make your heart go woh, oh, oh,oh,
We don't care what the City fans say,
What, the hell do we care,
For we only know, that there's gonna be a show,
And the famous Man United will be there.

We are United supporters,
Loyal through and through,
Over and over,
We will follow you.

Oh when the reds, oh when the reds,
Oh when the reds go marching in,
I wanna be in that number,
Oh when the reds go marching in.

Man United, Man United,
We'll support you evermore,
We'll support you evermore.

Man United, Man United,
We're the pride of Manchester,
We're the pride of Manchester.

We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Liverpool too, (and Leeds),
We hate Manchester City,
But United we love you - altogether now...

We will follow United,
Over land and sea,
We will follow United,
On to victory.

We all hate Leeds, and Leeds, and Leeds,
Leeds, and Leeds, and Leeds, and Leeds,
Leeds, and Leeds, and Leeds, and Leeds,
We all fucking hate Leeds.

If you hate Leeds United clap your hands,
If you hate Leeds United clap your hands,
If you hate Leeds United,
Hate Leeds United,
Hate Leeds United clap your hands. (keep clapping!)

We all hate Leeds, scum,
We all hate Leeds, scum,
We all hate Leeds, scum,
We all hate Leeds, scum... (repeat)

If you follow Leeds United,
Then you must be f*cking scum - SCUM !

He's red, he's white,
He knew that Leeds were shite,
Cantona, Cantona.

Who's the Champions now, scum,
Who's the Champions now ?
Who's the Champions now, scum,
Who's the Champions now ?

Hate Leeds United,
We only hate Leeds United,
Hate Leeds United,
We only hate Leeds United.

Viera, oweeeeeoh
Viera, oweeeeeoh
He wins his team the ball,
And Arsenal win fcuk all,
Viera, oweeeeeoh.

Dwight Yorke Wherever you may be,
You are the king of pornographie,
And you stuck 2 fingers up the john gregory,
Coz you are the king of pornographie.

We've got Jaap Stam, Bigger than your ground.

Chelsea Rentboys, Chelsea rentboys.

Sign on, sign on,
With hope, in your arse,
And you'll never get a job,
You'll never get a job.

Ian Rush, Ian Rush,
Ian, Ian, Rush,
He gets the ball,
And does fuck all,
Ian, Ian, Rush.

Oh, Grobbelaar's a wanker,
He wear's a wanker's hat,
And when he wears it back to front,
He looks a fucking twat.

Oh, Brucie, Brucie,
Brucie, Brucie, Brucie, Brucie,
Gobble shit.

David James, Superstar,
Drops more boll*cks than Groblear.

One job between you,
You've only one job between you,
One job between you,
You've only one job between you.

Stand up, if you've got a job,
Stand up, if you've got a job,
Stand up, if you've got a job,
Stand up, if you've got a job.
(One sucker always stands up!)

One lying bastard,
There's only one lying bastard,
One lying bastard,
There's only one lying bastard,

In your Liverpool slums,
You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat,
In your Liverpool slums.

Hark now hear, United sing,
The scousers run away,
And we will fight for evermore,
Because of Boxing Day.
(We lost 0-3 at home on 26/12/78)

He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.

Liverpool, Liverpool,
You're the shit of Merseyside,
You're the shit of Merseyside.

Oh Merseyside - (Oh Merseyside),
Is full of shit - (Is full of shit),
Oh Merseyside is full of shit,
It's full of shit, shit, and more shit,
Oh Merseyside is full of shit.

Fuck McManerman, fuck McAteer,
Fuck McManerman, fuck McAteer,
Fuck McManerman, fuck McAteer,
They're fucking queer!

We won the Football League again,
This time on Merseyside,
This time on Merseyside,
This time on Merseyside.
We won the Football League again,
This time on Merseyside,
This time on Merseyside.

We won the League, (we won the League),
On Merseyside, (on Merseyside),
We won the League on Merseyside,
We won the League on the Mersey,
We won the League on Merseyside.

Twenty-one years and won fuck all,
City, City,
Twenty-one years and won fuck all,
City is their name.
City is their name,
City is their name,
Twenty-one years and won fuck all,
City is their name.

If I die in the Kippax Street, who-oh, who-oh,
If I die in the Kippax Street, who-oh, who-oh,
If I die in the Kippax Street,
There'll be ten blue bastards at my feet,
Who-oh, oh who-oh, who-oh.
Use your head and use your feet, who-oh, who-oh,
Use your head and use your feet, who-oh, who-oh,
Use your head and use your feet,
Ten blue bastards at your feet,
Who-oh, oh who-oh, who-oh.
If my bones do not mend, who-oh, who-oh,
If my bones do not mend, who-oh, who-oh,
If my bones do not mend,
Carry me back to the Stretford End,
Who-oh, oh who-oh, who-oh.

Tiptoe, through the Kippax,
With a pick-axe,
And a sawn-off shotgun,
Tiptoe, through the Kippax, with me.

Blue Moon, you started singing too soon,
You thought you'd beat us three - one,
And now Howard Kendall has gone.

Two - nil up and fucked it up,
City, City,
Two - nil up and fucked it up,
City is our name.
City is our name,
City is our name,
Two - nil up and fucked it up,
City is our name.

He's bald, he's scouse,
He'd rob your fucking house,
Steve McMahon, Steve McMahon.

Man City, Man City,
You're the shit of Manchester,
You're the shit of Manchester.

The City sing, I don't know why,
'Coz after the match, you're gonna die.

City, Manchester City,
Nobody knows their name.

One-two,
One,two, three,
One,two,three,four,
FIVE-NIL !

Let's all laugh at City,
Let's all laugh at City,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,
Ha,ha,ha,ha.

In your bitter blue world,
You don't go to Wembley,
You don't win no cups,
You hate Man United,
And hope for f*ck ups,
In your bitter blue world.

Nineteen years they've been waiting for a cup,
But this year like the last one is another fuck-up,
So its 6 points a season when your living next door to City,
City? Who the fuck are City?

When I was a young lad,
Me dad said to me,
Are you coming to Maine Road,
To watch Man City?
I said fuck off dad,
Yer just an oud chap,
I'd rather go Oud Trafford,
And have a good scrap.

Uwe threw his boots away
When the scousers knocked the blues for six.
What's more, he didn't even score
And returned to find his car on bricks.
None of the board has any money
For players to stop the blues from going down.
Each week the manager will squeek
That the crisis will be sorted out.
It's not fair, the trophy room is bare
While United's room is hammered out.
None of the board has any money
For players to stop the blues from going down.
And all the fans that watch the match are whining
'Cos City never make a decent signing.
There are many teams that they
Would like to score against.
But they don't know how...
He's complainin'!
The underpants he wears will strain him.
But Alan Ball
Will win fuck all
.
Chim chimery, chim chimery,
Chim, chim, cherroo,
We hate the bastards in claret and blue.

Brazil, You're just like Alan Brazil
Reply to Barnsley's "It's just like watching Brazil

Bolton Wanderers
We've got one stand bigger than your ground,
We've got one stand bigger than your ground,
We've got one stand bigger,
One stand bigger,
One stand bigger than your ground.

Oh, wanky, wanky,
Wanky, wanky, wanky, wanky, Wanderers.

One man went to mow,
Went to mow a Chelsea,
One man and his baseball bat,
Went to mow a Chelsea.
Two men went...

Sheep sh*ggers, sheep sh*ggers...

Andrei, Andrei Kan fuck-off,
Andrei Kan fuck-off,
Andrei Kan fuck-uck-off. Hoy!

Cheer up Kevin Keegan,
Oh what can it mean, to a,
Sad geordie bastard, and a,
Shite football team.

E,I,E,I,E,I,O,
Newcastle are shit you know,
Keegan is a wanker,
John Hall is a tw*t,
You've won fuck all,
Still won fuck all,
What do you think of that!

You mean fuck all to us, Newcastle, Newcastle...

Monday, Tuesday, who the fuck are Wednesday.

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,
Oh I do like to be beside the sea,
Oh I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom,
Where the brass bands play "Fuck off West Brom".

Who's up M*rley's arse,
Who's up M*rley's arse,
Ian, Ian Bishop is,
Ian, Ian Bishop is.

Alan Shearer One greedy bastard,
There's only one greedy bastard,
One greedy bastard,
There's only one greedy bastard.

Fuck off, Alan Shearer,
Oh what can it mean, to a,
Sad geordie bastard, and a,
Shite football team.

Let's all laugh at Vinnie,
Let's all laugh at Vinnie,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,
Ha,ha,ha,ha.

Can you hear the (team) sing, no-oh, no-oh,
Can you hear the (team) sing, no-oh, no-oh,
Can you hear the (team) sing,
I can't hear a fucking thing,
No-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh , oh.

Kick 'em all, kick 'em all,
Come on you reds kick 'em all,
If you see any blue shit,
Then fucking well boot it,
Come on you reds kick 'em all.

Whos the bastard,
Whos the bastard,
Whos the bastard in the black/green,
Whos the bastard in the black/green.

Who's ate all the pies?,
Who's ate all the pies?,
You fat bastard, you fat bastard ,
You've ate all the pies!.

Schmeichel, Schmeichel, der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der.

Europe's, Europe's number one, Europe's, number one.

Yip Yap Stam is a big Dutchman
Get past him if you fuckin'can
Try do a trick,
He'll make you look like a prick
Yip Yap Jaap Stam !

Denis Irwin's barmy army, ...

David May, superstar,
Got more medals than Shear-earer!

Ooh, ah, Cantona,
Say ooh ah Cantona.

Ooh ah, Eric Cantona,
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona,
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona,
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona.

Cantona, Cantona,
Cantona, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Ooh ah,
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Le Cantona.

He's red, he's white,
He knew that Leeds were shite,
Cantona, Cantona.

He's red, he's white,
He kicked the Cockney shite,
Cantona, Cantona.

Who's up Ch*pman's wife, who's up Ch*pman's wife?,
Eric, Eric, Cantona, Eric, Eric, Cantona.

He's French, he's class,
He's sh*gging L*slie As*,
Cantona, Cantona.

We'll drink a drink a drink,
To Eric the king, the king, the king,
He's the leader of our football team,
He's the greatest centre forward,
That the world has ever seen.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
An Eric Cantona.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Two Cantonas, and an Eric Cantona.
etc.

What a friend we have in Jesus,
He's a saviour from afar,
What a friend we have in Jesus,
And his name is Cantona!
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Ooh ah,
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Cantona.

Nicky Butt, Nicky, Nicky Butt.

Andy Cole, Andy Cole,
Andy, Andy Cole,
He gets the ball and scores a goal,
Andy, Andy Cole.

Swing low, sweet Andy Cole,
Coming for to score us a goal,
Swing low, sweet Andy Cole,
Coming for to score us a goal.

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing,
Feared by the blues, loved by the reds,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs.

Neville Neville, You're future's immense,
Neville Neville, You play in defence,
Neville Neville, Like Jacko you're bad,
Neville Neville, Is the name of your dad.

He's here, he's there,
He's every fucking where,
Brian McClair, Brian McClair.

Brian McClair, may be fat,
But he's got more medals than the greedy tw*t!

Oh...Jordi, Jordi,
Jordi, Jordi, Jordi,
Jordi, Jordi,
Jordi, Jordi Cruyff.
Jordi Cruyff, Jordi Cruyff,
Jordi Cruyff, Jordi Cruyff,

Oh Keano's fuckin' magic,
He wears a magic hat,
And when he saw Old Trafford,
He said I fancy that,
He didn't sign for Arsenal,
Or Blackburn 'coz they're shite,
He signed for Man United,
'Coz they're fucking dynamite.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Let me hear you say Keano...Keano!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, Keano.

He scores goals galore, he scores goals
He scores goals galore, he scores goals
He scores goals galore, he scores goals
Paul Scholes, he scores goals

You are my Solskjaer, my Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy, when skies are grey,
Oh Alan Shearer, was fucking dearer,
So please don't take, my Solskjaer away.

M.U... M.U.F... M.U.F.C... O.K.!

Red army, red army ...

Ferguson's red and white army ...

Fergie, Fergie, give us a wave...

The referee's a wanker ...

He shot, he missed, he must be fucking pissed, (name or number of player)

Boring, boring, (name of team, usually Arsenal !)

Down with the City, you're going down with the City ...

Just because you're losing ...

You're not singing anymore ...

Fuck all, you're gonna win fuck all ...

Sing when you're winning, you only sing when you're winning ...

Here we go, here we go, here we go ...

Always look on the bright side of life ...

Allez les rouges, allez les rouges, allez...

United, United, top of the league...

You're so shit it's unbelievable ...

What's it like to see a crowd ...

Where are you when we're not here...

Come in a taxi, you must have come in a taxi...

There's only one United ...

Who the fuck do you support...

Score in a brothel, you couldn't score in a brothel...

Are you City in disguise...

What a waste of money ...

If you're all going to (place), clap you hands...

Where were you at Old Trafford ...

You're supposed to be at home...

Part time supporters...

Calm down, calm down. Calm down, calm down...

So fucking easy, oh this is so fucking easy ...

We thought you were shite, we were right, we were right ...

What's it like to be outclassed ...

Are you John Barnes/Klinsman in disguise? ...

Shit on the (team), shit on the (team) tonight ...

You're gonna win fuck all again this year ...

Come on you reds...

You dirty Cockney bastards...

One song, you've only got one song...

Bring on the dustbin...

United, United, rah, rah, rah
City, City, ha, ha, ha,
Leeds, Leeds, baa, baa, baa,
Scousers, Scousers, lock your car!

You're gonna get your fucking heads kicked in...

Come to see United, You've only come to see united...

Elton Welsby / Jimmy Hill, you're a wanker, you're a wanker...

Let's all have a disco...

Loyal supporters, loyal supporters...

You're shit, and you know you are...

Where were you when you were shit...

Where are you when we're not here?...

9-0, to the champions...

We want 10, we want 10...

Sing your hearts out for the lads...

Stand up, for the champions...

There's only one Arsene Wenger,
there' only one Arsene Wenger,
with a packet of sweet's and a cheeky smile,
Wenger is a fucking paedophile!!!

Red Army, Red Army, Red army...

We are the pride of all Europe,
the cock of the north,
we hate all scoucers all cockneys of course and Leeds
we are United, the incedible force,
we'll kill any bastard that gets in our way.
'coz we are the of all Europe

What the fuck,
what the fuck,
what the fucking hell was that.

How wide do you want the goal,
how wide do you want,
how wide do you want the goal.

united, united rah rah rah
city,city haa haa haaa
Leeds, Leeds baa baa baa
scoucers, scoucers where's my car.

ohOHohOHohOH
United are going to Glasgow
There'll be thousands of reds
and they'll be pissed out their heads
coz United are going to Glasgowww...
...ohOHohOHohOH

In 2001 we had a laugh
You won three trophy's you could buy in a caf
So we sing you this song, to leave you in tears
you haven't won the league for eleven years
11 years... fuck all
11 years... fuck all

Build a bonfire, build a bonfire
Put the scousers on the top
Put the City in the middle
And we'll burn the fuckin' lot

Take me home, United road
To a place that i belong
To old Trafford, to see United
Take me home, United road

Diego, oh-oh-oh
Diego, oh-oh-oh-oh
He came from Uruguay
He made the Scousers cry

Who can rob yer houses?
(echo)
Violate your gran?
(echo)
Sell cocaine from an ice cream van?
A scouse cunt can
(echo)

We'll drink a drink a drink
To eric the king the king the king
He's the leader of our football team
He's the greatest, centre forward
That the world has ever seen

When Johnny goes marching down the wing
O Shea, O Shea
When Johnny goes marching down the wing
O Shea, O Shea
When Johnny goes marching down the wing The Stretford will fuckin sing
We all know that Johnny is gonna score

This is what it's like to be city
This is what it's like to be small
This is what it's like when your team wins nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
Id fly over Maine Road tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below below
Shit on
Shit on
Shit on the bastards below

Gary Neville is a red
Is a red is a red
Gary Neville is a red
He hates scousers

Tracy Nevilles off her head
Off her head off her head
Tracy Nevilles off her head
She plays netball

Oh Merseyside
Is full of shit
Oh Merseyside
Is full of shit
It's full of shit, shit and more shit
Oh Merseyside is full of shit

Oh Elland road
Is full of sheep
Oh Elland road
Is full of sheep
It's full of sheep, sheep and more sheep
Oh Elland is full of sheep

Oh Brian Kidd
Is still a Manc
Oh Brian Kidd
Is still a Manc
He's fuckin up Leeds United
Coz Brian Kidd is still a Manc

I see the Stretford End arising
I see there's trouble on the way
Don't go out tonight
Unless you're red and white
I see there's trouble on the way


Keano's magic

Oh, Keano's fucking magic
He wears a magic hat
And when he saw Old Trafford
He said, `I fancy that'
He didn't sign for Arsenal
Or Blackburn 'cos they're shite
He signed for Man United
'Cos they're fucking dynamite

You are my Solskjaer
(To the tune of `You are my Sunshine)

You are my Solskjaer
My Ole Solskjaer
You make me happy
When skies are grey
And Alan Shearer
Was fucking dearer
So please don't take
My Solskjaer, away

Paul Scholes
(To the tune of `Kumbayah)

He scores goals m'lord, he scores goals
He scores goals m'lord, he scores goals
He scores goals m'lord, he scores goals
Paul Scholes, he scores goals

Ryan Giggs

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs
Running down the wing
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs
Running down the wing
Feared by the Blues
Loved by the Reds
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs

Drink, drink
(To the tune of `Lord of the Dance)

Drink, drink wherever you may be
We are the drunk and disorderly
And we don't give a shit, and we don't give a fuck
We're going home with the European Cup!

Poor little Scouser

He's only a poor little Scouser
His face is all battered and torn
He made me feel sick
So I hit him with a brick
And now he don't sing anymore

I yi yippie!

Singing i yi yippie yippie i
Singing i yi yippie yippie i
Singing i yi yippie, i yi yippie
I yi yippie yippie i
If you all hate Scousers clap your hands
If you all hate Scousers clap your hands
If you all hate Scousers, all hate Scousers
All hate Scousers clap your hands

In your Llverpool slums

In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
You look in the dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat
In your Liverpool slums

In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
You shit on the carpet, you piss in the bath
You finger your grandma, and think it's a laugh
In your Liverpool slums

In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare
You wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair
In your Liverpool slums

In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick
You can't get a job 'cos you're too fucking thick
In your Liverpool slums

We're the best behaved supporters in the land

We're the best behaved supporters in the land
We're the best behaved supporters in the land
We're the best behaved supporters
Best behaved supporters
Best behaved supporters in the land (when we win!)

We're a right bunch of bastards when we lose
We're a right bunch of bastards when we lose
We're a right bunch of bastards
Right bunch of bastards
Right bunch of bastards when we lose

If I had the wings of a sparrow

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Maine Road tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on
Shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on
Shit on the bastards below

One song

One song
You've only got one song
You've only got one song
(Directed at Leeds United)

Ruud van Nistelrooy tra-la-la-la-la
Ruud van Nislelrooy tra-la-la-la-la-la
Ruud van Nistelrooy tra-la-la-la-la

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing,
Feared by the Blues,
Loved by the Reds,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs.

Oh, Keano's f*cking magic,
He wears a magic hat,
And when he saw Old Trafford,
He said "I fancy that"
He didn't sign for Arsenal,
Or Blackburn 'cos they're shite,
He signed for Man United,
Because they're fucking dynamite.

You are my Solskjaer my Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
And Alan Shearer was f*cking dearer,
So Please don't take my Solskjaer away.

If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Maine Road tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, shit on,
Shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, shit on,
Shit on the bastards below.

You're the shit of Manchester,
You're the shit of Manchester.
The City sing, I don't know why,
'Cos after the match you're gonna die
Let's all laugh at City,
Ha ha ha ha
In you're bitter blue world,
You don't go to Cardiff,
You don't win no cups,
You hate Man United ,
And hope for f*ck ups,
In you're bitter blue world.

Liverpool

You are a Scouser,
An ugly Scouser,
You're only happy,
On Giro day.
Your mum's out thieving,
Your dad's drug-dealing,
So please don't take my hubcaps away.

You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat,
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums,
You shit on the carpet, you piss in the bath,
You finger your grandma, and think its a laugh,
In your Liverpool slums.
In your Liverpool slums,
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare,
You wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair,
In your Liverpool slums.
In your Liverpool slums,
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick,
You can't get a job 'cos you're too fucking thick,
In your Liverpool slums.

He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.

Leeds

On your Yorkshire farms,
You pester the lambs when you hide in the grass,
You'd rather shag sheep than a fit normal lass,
On your Yorkshire farms.

We all hate Leeds scum,
We all hate Leeds scum,
We all hate Leeds scum,
We all hate Leeds scum,
He's red he's white,
He knew Leeds were shite,
Cantona, Cantona
Leeds are our feeder club,
Leeds are our feeder club,
Leeds are our feeder club,
Leeds are our feeder club,

General

What the hell do we care? What the hell do we care?
Hail! Hail! The Reds are here,
What the hell do we care now?
For it's a grand old team to play for,
And it's a grand old team to see,
And if you know your history,
It's enough to make your heart go woah-oh...
We don't care what the City fans say,
What the hell do we care?
All we know is there's gonna be a show,
And the famous Man United will be there.