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Manchester United Chants

Players

Ooh ah, Cantona

Ooh ah, Cantona

Ooh ah, Ooh ah

Ooh ah, Cantona

Ooh ah, Cantona


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.

Rivals

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


Who sing of victory,
Of games that brought us glory,
From Newcastle to Torquay,
Where sixty thousand voices,
Roar us on to victory,
We will follow United,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We will follow United. 
Whether we're across the sea,
Or whether we're at home,
It matters not we follow,
To all corners of the globe,
We wear the colours proudly,
The black, the white, the red,
We will follow United. 
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We will follow United.
And now we're back in Europe,
The feeling's fucking great,
We'll try to emulate that team,
Of 1968,
We'll win the Cup, have no fear,
And then we'll drink your beer,
And we will follow United...

 


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.

 



Disclaimer: All the chants featured on ave-it.net are all genuine terrace chants which have been obtained from fans all over the country. Ave-it.net have not created any of these chants and we apologise if any offence is taken by any of our readers.



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