Manchester United Songs and Chants
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)
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