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We Won It Nine Times
Tune: unknown
We won it 9 times,
We won it 9 tiiiiiimes,
That's 6 more than anyone
We won it 9 times.
Glory, Glory
Tune: Glory Glory Hallelujiah
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On!
Forever and Ever
Tune: unknown
Forever and ever,
We'll follow the boys,
Of Man United,
The Busby babes!
Follow, Follow, Follow
Tune: The Entertainer
Follow, follow, follow;
Coz Man United are off to Moscow,
There'll be thousands of reds, and they'll be ****ed out their heads;
Coz Man United are off to Moscow.
Jingle Bells
Tune: Jingle Bells
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see,
United win away - oh!
United Road
Tune: Country Roads (John Denver)
I was born, to be United,
Daddy told me, when I was just a baby,
When I was five, I went down the Warwick Road,
Now I'm addicted, the only place I go.
Take me home, United Road,
To the place, I belong,
To Old Trafford, to see United,
Take me home, United Road.
All my memories, Of Bobby Charlton,
Georgie Best and Cantona, that came to us from Heaven,
And in the Nou Camp in 1999,
On Matt Busby birthday , it was party time!
Take me home, United Road,
To the place, I belong,
To Old Trafford, to see United,
Take me home, United Road.
I watch the Reds, I feel the noise,
The crowd is roaring, Stretord end is singing and the fans are going wild.
And when I'm gonna, get a feeling,
That I should have been home yesterday...Yesterday...
Take me home, United Road,
To the place, I belong,
To Old Trafford, to see United,
Take me home, United Road.
Manchester is Wonderful
Tune: Oh When the Saints
Oh when the reds, (Oh when the reds),
Go marching in, (Go marching in),
Oh when the reds go marching in.
I wanna be in that number,
Oh when the reds go marching in!
Oh Manchester, (Oh Manchester),
Is wonderful, (Is wonderful),
Oh Manchester is wonderful.
It's full of ****, ***** and United,
Oh Manchester is wonderful!
Oh Merseyside, (Oh Merseyside),
Is full of ****, (Is full of ****),
Oh Merseyside is full of ****.
It's full of ****, **** and more ****,
Oh Merseyside is full of ****!
Oh Elland Road, (Oh Elland Road),
Is full of sheep, (Is full of sheep),
Oh Elland Road is full of sheep.
It's full of sheep, sheep and more sheep,
Oh Elland Road is full of sheep!
The Council House, (The Council House),
Is never full, (Is never full),
The Council House is never full.
Unless they're playing, Man United,
The Council House is never full!
The San Siro, (The San Siro),
Is never full, (Is never full),
The San Siro is never full.
Unless they're playing, Man United,
The San Siro is never full!
United Calypso
Tune: original calypso from 50s
If ever they're playing in your town,
Get yourself to that football ground;
Take a lesson, come and see,
Football taught by Matt Busby;
Oh Manchester, Manchester United;
A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes,
They deserve to be knighted!
(repeat)
Red Flag
Tune: Red Flag
United's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded all our Munich dead,
Before their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their heart's blood dyed it's ev'ry fold.
Then raise United's banner high,
Beneath it's shade we'll live and die,
So keep the faith and never fear, We'll keep the Red Flag flying here.
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.
Scarlet Ribbon
Tune: Yellow Ribbon
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 on the Road to Wemberlee.
Wemberlee, Wemberlee,
We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wemberlee.
Stretford End Rising
Tune: Bad Moon Rising
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.
Matt Busby's Aces
Tune: Blaydon Races
Oh me lads,
You should've seen us coming,
The fastest team in the league,
Just to see us running,
All the lads and lasses,
With smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Warwick Road,
To see Matt Busby's Aces.
The Flowers of Manchester
Tune: Flowers of Scotland
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester.
Matt Busby's boys were flying home, 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 turned back again.
The third time down the runway disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that runway and the aircraft never rose.
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed as 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 Colman and David Pegg also,
They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went too, with an injury to his brain,
And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again.
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team,
Three long months were to pass before he walked again.
The trainer, coach and secretary and a member of the crew,
And eight great sporting journalists who with United flew,
And one of them was Big Swifty who we shall ne'er forget,
The finest English goalkeeper that ever graced the net.
Oh England's finest football team it's record truly great,
It's 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.
If You Want To Go To Heaven
Tune: unknown
If you want to go to heaven when you die,
You must keep the red and white flag flying high,
You must wear a red bonnet,
With **** the Scousers' on iiiiiit,
If you want to go to heaven when you die.
Fight for United
Tune: The Halls of Montezuma (US Marine march)
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 ****!)
We will fight, fight, fight, for United,
'Till we win the Football League.
Hello, Hello (We Are The Busby Boys)
Tune: Hello, Hello
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 all follow United.
We Shall Not Be Moved
Tune: We Shall Not Be Moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
'Till we win the football league (again),
We shall not be moved.
Pride of all Europe
Tune: Just One Of Those Songs
We are just one of those teams that you see now and again,
We often score six but we seldom score ten,
We beat 'em at home and we beat and we beat 'em away,
We kill any *******s that get in our way.
We are the pride of all Europe the **** of the North,
We hate the Scousers, the ****neys 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,
Na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na, ooh!
Stretford Enders
Tune: unknown
Bertie Mee said to Matt Busby, "Have you heard of the Northbank, Highbury?!"
"No" said Matt, "You ****ney ****, but i've heard of the Stretford, Enders."
We're On The March
Tune: unknown
We're on the march with Fergie's Army,
We're on the road to Wembley,
And we'll really shake 'em up when we win the FA Cup,
Coz United are the greatest football team.
Build A Bonfire
Tune: Oh my darling Clementine
Build a bonfire, build a bonfire,
Put the Scousers at the top,
Put the City in the middle,
And we'll burn the ******* lot.
The Greatest Team
Tune: Wild Rover
There is a plaque at Man United,
It's underneath the old main stand,
It bears the name of Duncan Edwards,
He was the finest in the land.
But he died on Munich's runway,
Without a tear, without a sound,
His strong body battered and broke,
As he lay helpless on the ground.
But one man survived the aircrash,
And he lived to tell the tale,
Of the boys who played in Red,
For they did not know how to fail.
So we'll drink a toast to Matt Busby,
And we'll drink one to that team,
They were acclaimed the whole world over,
They were the finest ever seen.
From the dark snows of Munich back in '58,
I remember a team that once was so great,
Their memory it still lingers on in my mind,
So I'll follow United, 'till the end of my time.
And its Man United,
Man United F.C.
They're by far the greatest team,
The world has ever seen.
"It's glory or nothing" the great man he said,
There's nothing on Earth like being a Red,
I'll follow them far and I'll follow them near,
I'll follow United on whisky and beer.
Last edited by Jazz 16 : 10-05-2008 at 08:32 PM.
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