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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.
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