Manchester United Calypso
Manchesteeeer,
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 look and you will see,
Football taught by Matt Busby.
We Are The Busby Boys
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.
We Are The Manchester Boys
We are 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 bastards,
That get in our way. .
We are the pride of all Europe,
The cock of the North,
We hate the Scousers,
And Cockneys of course (and Leeds),
We are United,
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys.
Na na na, na na na na na,
Na na na na na - OOOH !
Walking Down The Warwick Road
Oh, my lads,
You should've seen us coming,
The fastest team in the land,
Just to see us running,
All the lads and lasses,
With smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Warwick Road.
From The Banks Of The River Irwell
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.
The Red Flag
We'll never die, we'll never die,
We'll never die, we'll never die,
We'll keep the Red flag flying high,
'Cos Man United will never die.
We Shall Not Be Moved
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 Football League (again)
We shall not be moved.
We Love United
He scores goals my lord, he scores goals,
He scores goals my lord, he scores goals,
He scores goals my lord, he scores goals,
Paul Scholes, he scores goals.
We Won The Football League
We won the Football League again,
This time at Elland Road,
This time at Elland Road,
This time at Elland Road,
We won the Football League again,
This time at Elland Road,
This time at Elland Road.
We Hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Liverpool too (and Leicester),
We hate Manchester City,
But United we love you.
He's Only A 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.
If You All Hate Scousers
Singing i-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
Singing i-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
Oh, United we love you.
Glory, Glory Man United
Glory, Glory Man United
Glory, Glory Man United
Glory, Glory Man United
And the Reds go marching on, on, on.
Forever And Ever
Forever and Ever,
We'll follow the boys,
Of Manchester United,
The Busby Babes.
What A Friend We Have In Jesus
What a friend we have in Jesus,
He's our saviour fron afar,
What a friend we have in Jesus,
And His name is Cantona,
Ooh-aah Cantona,
Ooh-aah Cantona,
Ooh-aah, ooh-aah, ooh-aah Cantona,
Ooh-aah Cantona.
Giggs will tear you apart
Giggs,
Giggs will tear you apart,
Again.
Giggs,
Giggs will tear you apart,
Again....
Ryan Giggs Running Down The Wing
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.
You Are My Solskjaer
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.....
Yip-Jaap Stam
Yip-Jaap Stam is a big Dutch man,
Get past him if you fucking can,
Try a little trick and he'll make you look a dick,
Yip-Jaap,
Jaap Stam.
We've Got Wesley Brown
We've got Wesley Brown,
We've got Wesley Brown,
We've got Wesley, we've got Wesley,
We've got Wesley Brown.
Gary Neville Is A Red
Gary Neville is a Red,
Is a Red, Is a Red,
Gary Neville is a Red,
He hates Scousers....
There's Only One David Beckham
One David Beckham
There's only One David Beckham
One David Beckham
There's only One David Beckham.
There's Only One Keano
There's only one Keano,
There's only one Keano,
There's only one Keano,
Keano!
Oh Andy Cole
Oh Andy Cole,
Andy Andy Andy Cole,
Andy Andy Andy Cole,
Andy Andy Andy Cole,
Oh Andy Cole...
Gets The Ball
Andy Cole,
Andy Cole,
Andy, Andy Cole,
He gets the ball, he scores a goal,
Andy, Andy Cole.
Paul Scholes, He scores Goals
Singing i-yi yippie, i-yi yippie,
I-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
If you all hate scousers clap your hands, (taps, taps)
If you all hate scousers clap your hands, (taps, taps)
If you all hate scousers, all hate scousers,
All hate scousers clap your hands. (legalább öt perc folyamatos taps!)
If You All Hate England
Singing i-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
Singing i-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
Singing i-yi yippie, i-yi yippie,
I-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
If you all hate England clap your hands, (taps, taps)
If you all hate England clap your hands, (taps, taps)
If you all hate England, all hate England,
All hate England clap your hands. (legalább öt perc folyamatos taps!)
If You All Hate Leeds United
Singing i-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
Singing i-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
Singing i-yi yippie, i-yi yippie,
I-yi yippie yippie-i, (taps, taps)
If you all hate Leeds United clap your hands, (taps, taps)
If you all hate Leeds United clap your hands, (taps, taps)
If you all hate Leeds United, all hate Leeds United,
All hate Leeds United clap your hands. (legalább öt perc folyamatos taps!)
You'll Never Play Us Again
You'll never play us again,
You'll never play us again,
You'll never play us again,
City!
You Always Win Fuck-all
You always win fuck-all,
You always win fuck-all,
You always win fuck-all,
Fuck-all!
Chim-chimminy
Chim-chimminy,
Chim-chimminy,
Chim-chim chi-roo,
We hate those bastards in claret and blue...
You can stick your fuckin' bubbles up your arse,
You can stick your fuckin' bubbles up your arse,
You can stick your fuckin' bubbles, stick your fuckin' bubbles,
Stick your fuckin' bubbles up your arse.
There's A Tavern In The Town
There's a tavern in the town (in the town),
And we're gonna burn it down (burn it down),
We're gonna hang Dalglish from the nearest fucking tree,
For all you scouse bastards to see!
Cryin' On The Telly
Cryin' on the telly,
We saw you cryin' on the telly,
Cryin' on the telly,
We saw you cryin' on the telly.
Wembley
Wem-ber-ley, Wem-ber-ley,
We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ley
U-N-I-T-E-D
U-N-I-T-E-D,
United are the team for me,
With a nick-nack paddy-wack,
Give the dog a bone,
Why don't City fuck off home
Fergusons Red Army ....
We are the pride of all Europe,
The cock of the North,
We hate the Scousers,
And Cockneys of course (and Leeds),
We are United,
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys.
If You Want To Go To Heaven
If you want to go to heaven when you die,
You must keep the Red Flag flying high,
Get yourself a bonnet,
And put 'Fuck the Scousers' on it,
If you want to go to heaven when you die
My Old Man
My old man said be a city fan,
I said bastards you're a cunt (you're a cunt!),
I'd rather shit a bucket with a big hole in it,
Then be a City fan for just one minute...
Stretford End Arising
I see the Stretford End arising
I see trouble on the way
Don't go out tonight
Unless you're red and white
I see there's trouble on the way
Take Me Home United Road
Take me home, United Road
To the place I belong
To Old Trafford, to see United
Take me home, United Road
Same old Scousers, always cheating....
We're here 'cos were Champions...
Ar-gen-tina, Ar-gen-tina ....
U-ni-ted, U-ni-ted ....
Champions, champions ....
Are you England in disguise?
La, la, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Keano
Manchester la-la-la, Manchester la-la-la
Ooh-aah Cantona, say ooh-aah Cantona
Red army, red army ....
So fucking easy, oh it was so fucking easy, so fucking easy, oh it was
so fucking easy ...
You're just a bunch of wankers...
Ferguson's red and white army, Ferguson's red and white army...
Manchester, Manchester, Manchester...
Republic of Manchester, Manchester Republic....
We all agree, United are bigger than England ...
You scouse bastard, you scouse bastard...
You're just a fat scouse bastard...
Fuck McManaman, Fuck McAteer ...
Paul Ince is a Scouse bastard ...
Are you City in disguise?
Come to see United, you've only come to see United
Are you watching Merseyside?
Ruud van Nistelrooy tra la la la la ....
Small town in Portsmouth, you're just a small town in Portsmouth ...
Sing up for the champions
There's only one united
There's only one united
There's only one united
Champione, champione
Oh wey, oh wey, oh wey
Champione, champione
Oh wey, oh wey, oh wey
We retained the Premier League
Last year on Merseyside
Last year on Merseyside
Last year on Merseyside
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 Teddy, Teddy
Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, Teddy Sheringham
Oh Gary, Gary
Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary Pallister
Andy Cole, Andy Cole
Andy, Andy Cole
When he gets the ball, he scores a goal
Andy, Andy Cole
What a Goal, what a goal
From Andy, Andy Cole
Give him the ball, he'll score a goal
Andy, Andy Cole
You are my Solskjaer, my only Solskjaer
You make us happy when skies are grey
Coz when it's pouring, you just keep scoring
Please don't take our Solskjaer away
Oh Roy Keane, he's a demon
He wears a demon's hat
Coz when he saw Old Trafford
He said " I fancy that "
The rest all tried to sign him
But he chose the red and white
Of world famous Man United
Coz we're always dynamite
Glory, Glory, Man United
Glory, Glory, Man United
Glory, Glory, Man United
And the reds go matching on! on! on!
Sign up for the champions
Sing up for the champions
Sing up for the champions
Sing up for the champions
Come on you Reds
Busby Babes they always made me cry
Thinkin' 'bout the teams of years gone by
Charlton, Edwards, Law and Georgie Best
We're United, you can keep the rest
Schmeichel, Parker, Pallister
Irwin, Bruce, Sharpe and Ince
Hughes, McClair, Keane and Cantona
Robson, Kanchelskis and Giggs
Come on you Reds, come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
It's Man United, here we go
Come on you Reds, come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
It's Man United, here we go
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
We'll maintain the status quo
It's Man United, here we go
So Old Trafford let us hear you loud
Cheer us on and we will do you proud
Fifty thousand voices sing our song
Keep us at the top where we belong
So here's to Alex Ferguson
He'll take us all the way
We're on the road to glory now
Winning at home and away
Come on you Reds, come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
It's Man United, here we go
Come on you Reds, come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
It's Man United, here we go
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
We'll maintain the status quo
We're Man United, here we go
Come on you Reds , come on you Reds
The team that every defender dreads
We are the Devils in Red you know
We're Man United, here we go
Come on you Reds, come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
It's Man United, here we go
Man United, here we go
Man United, here we go
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On!
Just like the Busby Babes in Days gone by
We'll keep the Red Flags flying high
You've got to see yourself from far and wide
You've got to hear the masses sing with pride
United! Man United!
Where the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly
Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly!
Where the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly!
Where the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
In Seventy-Seven it was Docherty
Atkinson will make it Eighty-Three
And everyone will know just who we are
They'll be singing 'Que Sera Sera'
United! Man United!
Where the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly
Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly!
Where the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly!
Where the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On!
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On!
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On!
Lift It High (All About Belief)
This could be the year, to celebrate and cheer
Pitch, bench and terraces,
We’re all wanting the same thing
If you believe in us, we won’t betray that trust
Through the street of Manchester,
You’re gonna hear the people sing
Gonna lift it high, gonna lift it high
Our only limit is the sky,
'cos through the triumph and the grief
It’s all about, it’s all about ... belief
This could be the team, to achieve the dream
We’ve got nothing to prove but we want it all the same
United we are, already come so far
We will not rest until the whole world knows our name
Gonna lift it high, gonna lift it high
Our only limit is the sky,
'cos through the triumph and the grief
It’s all about, it’s all about ... belief
THIS COULD BE THE YEAR !!!
The Flowers of Manchester
On one cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men who will never play again who met destruction there,
The flowers of British football, the flowers of Manchester
Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The Pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice returned back again.
The third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
There was a slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned.
Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side.
And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died,
Mark Jones and Eddie Coleman, and David Pegg also,
T they lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went to, with an injury to his frame,
And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
Three long months passed by before he walked again.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew, and one of them
Big Swifty, who we'll ne'er forget,
T the finest English 'keeper that ever graced the net.
Oh, England's finest football team its record truly great,
Its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
United Calypso '98
We All Follow Man United
We're going to do it again
Move move move
Ooh! Aah! Cantona
Manchester United
Saturday afternoon (at the football)
George Best (Belfast Boy)
Old Trafford blues
United United
United Manchester United
Onward Sexton's soldiers
They're the best
Ryan Giggs we love you
Come on you Reds '79
The Red & Whites
We will stand together | 
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