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Sir Alex FergusonEvery Single One Of UsTune: Down By The Riverside Now every single one of us Loves Alex Ferguson Loves Alex Ferguson Loves Alex Ferguson Now every single one of us Loves Alex Ferguson 2. Gary NevilleGary Neville Is A RedTune: London Bridge Is Falling Down Gary Neville is a Red, Is a Red, Is a Red, Gary Neville is a Red, He hates Scousers! Philip Neville's still a Red, Still a Red, Still a Red, Philip Neville's still a Red, He hates Scousers! Tracey Neville's off her head, Off her head, Off her head, Tracey Neville's off her head, She plays Netball! Neville Neville is their Dad, Is their Dad, Is their Dad, Neville Neville is their Dad, He hates Scousers! 4. Owen Hargreaves Tune: "Cant take my eyes off of you"Oh Owen Hargreaves You are the love of my life Oh Owen Hargreaves I'll let you shag my wife Oh Owen Hargreaves I want curly hair tooo. 5. Rio FerdinandRio!Tune: UnknownRio! Rio! Rio! Rio! 6. Wes BrownWe've Got Wesley BrownTune: Knees Up Mother Brown We've got Wesley Brown, We've got Wesley Brown, We've got Wesley, we've got Wesley, We've got Wesley Brown. 7. Cristiano RonaldoViva RonaldoTune: Viva Las Vegas Viva Ronaldo, Viva Ronaldo, Running down the wing, Hear United sing, Viva Ronaldo. He Plays On The LeftTune: Beach Boys - Sloop John B He plays on the left, He plays on the riiiiight, That boy Ronaldo, Makes England look *****. There's Nothing You Can DoTune: The Temptations - My Girl There's nothing you can do when he goes past you, Ronaldo, Ronaldo, He may not be a superstar, But he wears number seven like Cantona, There's nothing you can do when he goes past you, Ronaldo, Ronaldo.... There's Only One RonaldoTune: There's only one Ronaldo, There's only one Ronaldo. (repeat) 8. AndersonAndersonTune: Black Lace - Agadoo Aaaaaaanderson-son-son, He is better than Kleberson, Anderson-son-son, He's our midfield magician ! To the left, to the right, To the Samba beat tonight, He is class, with a brass, And he ***** on Fabregaaaaaas ! 9. Dmitar Berbatovtune: Jesus Christ, Superstar words: Dimitar, Berbatov, one look at City and he said **** off 10. Wayne RooneyI Saw My MateTune: Tom Hark I saw my mate the other day, He said to me he seen the white Pele, So I asked who is he, He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney. Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney, He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney. Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney, He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney. Pinball RooneyTune: Pinball Wizard Ever since I was a young boy I've loved to watch football, From St James's down to Highbury I must have seen them all, But I've never seen anything like him, not ever, not at all, That big, chunky scouse kid, sure kicks a mean football. He's a football wizard, he plays in white and red. He's a football wizard, he plays for U-ni-ted. Once a blue...Tune: Once a blue, always a Red, Once a blue, always a Red ... 11. Ryan GiggsGiggs Will Tear You ApartTune: Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart Giggs, Giggs will tear you apart, Again. Ryan Giggs Running Down The WingTune: Robin Hood 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 13. Park Ji-SungPark, Park Wherever You May BeTune: Lord of the Dance Park, Park, Wherever You May Be, You Eat Dogs In Your Home Country. It Could Be Worse, You Could Be Scouse, Eating Rats In Your Council House. 15. Nemanja VidicNemanjaTune: Volare Nemanja, Wo-oh-ah-oh, Nemanja, Wo-oh-ah-oh, He comes from Serbia, He'll ******* murder ya, Repeat What's that coming over the hill ?Tune: Automatic - Monster What's that coming over the hill ? Is it Nemanja ? Is it Nemanjaaaaaa ?! 16. Michael CarrickMichael Carrick Is A RedTune: "Seasons in the sun" He can pass, tackle, head, Michael Carrick is a red, Gerrard, Lampard, Fabregas, They're not fit to wipe his ass. 18. Paul ScholesHe Scores GoalsTune: Kum Bye Yah He scores goals galore, He scores goals, He scores goals galore, He scores goals, He scores goals galore, He scores goals, Paul Scholes, he scores goals.... 22. John O'SheaWhen Johnny Goes Marching Down The WingTune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home When Johnny goes running down the wing, O'Shea, O'Shea, When Johnny goes running down the wing, O'Shea, O'Shea, When Johnny goes running down the wing, The Stretford End will shout and sing We all know that Johnny's gonna score. 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, Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na, We all know that Johnny's gonna score. 24. Darren FletcherSuper FletchTune: unknown Super, Super Fletch, Super, Super Fletch, Super, Super Fletch, Super Darren Fletcher!! 32. Carlos TevezSuperstar TevezTune: Who's that man from Argentina ? Who's that man we all adore ? Plays with Rooney, plays with Wes, he's our superstar Tevez, And forever for United he will score. 'Argentina Argentina' 35. Rodrigo PossebonTune: "Baby gve it up" by KC & The Sunshine Band.
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Eric CantonaOoh Ahh CantonaTune: French National Anthem [La Marseillaise]What a friend we have in Jesus, He's a saviour from afar, What a friend we have in Jesus And his name is Cantona.... Ooh Ahh Cantona, Ooh Ahh Cantona... Eric The KingTune: UnknownWeeeeeeeeeeeeee'llllllllllllllllll drink a drink a drink, To Eric the King the King the King, He's the leader of of our football team, He's the greatest centre forward, That the world has ever seen... Eleven Cantona'sTune: On The First Day Of ChristmasOn The First Day Of Christmas, My true love gave to me... Eleven Cantona's Ten Cantona's Nine Cantona's Eight Cantona's Seven Cantona's Six Cantona's Fiiiiiive Cantona's Four Cantona's Three Cantona's Two Cantona's And an Eric Cantona!!! Roy KeaneKeano's Magic HatTune: My Old Man's a DustmanOhhh!! Keano's f*c*ing magic, He wears a magic hat, And when he saw he saw Old Trafford, He said I'd fancy that. He didn't sign for Arsenal or Blackburn coz they're sh*te, He signed for Man United, Coz they're f*c*ing dynamite! There's Only One Keano!Tune: UnknownThere's only one Keano, There's only one Keano, Keano!! There's only one Keano, There's only one Keano, There's only one Keano, Keano!! Ole Gunnar SolskjaerYou Are My SolskjaerTune: You are my SunshineYou are my Solskjaer, My Ole Solskjaer, You make me happy, When skies are grey, Oh Alan Shearer, Was f*c*ing dearer, So please don't take, My Solskjaer away. Who Put The Ball In The Germans NetTune: UnknownWho put the ball in the Germans net? Who put the ball in the Germans net? Who put the ball in the Germans net? Ole Gunnar Solskjaer! Ole, Ole, Ole...Tune: UnknownOle, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole... RepeatGeorge BestGeorgie BestTune: Yellow SubmarineWe all live in a Georgie Best world, Georgie Best world, Georgie Best world! Number eleven!! Georgie Best, Number ten!! Georgie Best, Number nine!! Georgie Best, Number eight!! Georgie Best, Number seven!! Georgie Best, Number six!! Georgie Best, Number five!! Georgie Best, Number four!! Georgie Best, Number three!! Georgie Best, Number two!! Georgie Best, Number one!! Georgie Best, We all live in a Georgie Best world, Georgie Best world, Georgie Best world! Louis SahaLouis SahaTune: UnknownLouis Saha, Louis Saha, Wa Hey Hey, Louis Saha Brian KiddBrian KiddTune: When the Saints go Marching InOh Brian Kidd, Oh Brian Kidd, Is still a Manc, Is still a Manc, Oh Brian Kidd is still a Manc He's f*c*ed up Leeds United, Oh Brian Kidd is still a Manc Eusebio, I Say KiddoTune: Hello GoodbyeKiddo Kiddo, I don't know why Eusebio, And I say Kiddo. Kiddo Kiddo, I don't know why Eusebio, And I say Kiddo Andy ColeAndy ColeTune: UnknownAndy Cole, Andy Cole, Andy, Andy Cole, He gets the ball and scores a goal, Andy, Andy Cole. What a goal, What a goal, By Andy Cole, He gets the ball and scored a goal, Andy, Andy Cole. Swing Low, Sweet Andy ColeTune: Swing Low Sweet ChariotSwing low, sweet Andy Cole, Coming for to score us a goooooal, Swing low, sweet Andy Cole, Coming for to score us a goooal. RepeatNicky ButtNicky ButtTune: Baby gve it upNa na na na na na na na, Nicky, Nicky Butt, Nicky Butt, Nicky, Nicky Butt, Na na na na na na na na na, Nicky, Nicky Butt, Nicky Butt, Nicky, Nicky Butt, Jaap StamJaap StamTune: UnknownYip Jaap Stam is a big Dutchman, Get past him if you ******* can, Try a little trick and he'll make you look a dick, Yip Yap Jaap Stam Ruud Van NistelrooyRuud Van NistelrooyTune: Coma, coma, coma...Ruuuuuud Van Nistelrooy, Van Nistelrooy, Van Nistelroooooy Ruud Van Nistelrooy Tra La La La LaTune: UnknownRuud van Nistelrooy, Tra-la-la la-la, Ruud van Nistelrooy, Tra-la-la-la-la-la, Ruud van Nistelrooy, Tra-la-la la-la, Ruud van Nistelrooy, Tra-la-la-la-la-la Diego ForlanDiego ForlanTune: VólareDiego! Wooh Ohh Oh! Diego! Wooh Ohh Oh! He came from Uraguay, He made the scousers cry, Diego! Wooh Ohh Oh! Diego! Wooh Ohh Oh! Duncan EdwardsDid You Know Duncan Edwards?Tune: [Poem Style]Did you know Duncan Edwards Dad, I mean really really know? It’s just you’ve kept so many cuttings from all those years ago. And were the babes the greatest, the greatest ever team? Or just enshrined here in this history, just a bygone boyhood dream. Now I know you idolised them Dad, you gave each one their own page, the pictures are well faded now, but I suppose that comes with age. Dad, did Tommy Taylor really head a ball against the bar, which Harry Gregg collected, it had rebounded back so far? And was Duncan Edwards really, the greatest of them all, with silken skills and feathery touch, thirteen stone and six foot tall? Now there’s a contradiction surely Dad, but I’m going to let it pass, but Billy Whelan must have played once, without first going to Mass. And was Harry Gregg a goalkeeper supreme? Were Eddie Coleman’s hazy runs like red blurs on swards of green? And Dad can you explain to me how it ever came to pass, that Roger Byrne, just five foot nine, covered every blade of glass? Or how David Pegg whose swerving runs, like a scorpion you said, always struck the ball with venom, yet left no one for dead? Or how it was that big Mark Jones could soar into the sky, yet still patrol his area, so that nobody got by? Then there’s the team of Sixty Eight, and Dad I’d like to know, how George Best was always missing, yet played five hundred games or so? And how was it Bobby Charlton, who played so many vital roles, could be both a great goalscorer and a scorer of great goals? Or how Denis Law had chipped a ball from forty yards or more, it came back off the crossbar, and yet Law was there to sc ore? What use was it that Pat Crerand could split defences with one pass, when the ball only ever landed on a sixpence on the grass? And was Stepney’s save at Wembley, the best you’ve ever seen, or was it just that it resulted in the fulfilment of a dream? So now to Matt Busby, or Sir Matt as he’s now known, from a mining town in Scotland, yet still one of our own? Then finally there’s the Munich clock, the disaster time still shown. why do people say that they never intended coming home? The boy looked up with pleading eyes, and his father gently said. There’s a lifetime of old memories in the scrapbook you’ve just read. And of course there is some fiction, most fact, some strange yet true, that’s what makes players into legends, now I’ve passed them on to you. Those pictures may be faded son, but I can see them all so clear, as if it were just yesterday, and I hold each memory dear. Now I’ve passed this scrapbook on to you, to treasure for all time, And you too will find your heroes and build to them a shrine, and you’ll add your bits of fiction, but don’t worry son that’s fine, to make legends of your heroes and then place them alongside mine. And you’ll understand in years to come, as you watch great United teams, why it is we call Old Trafford, The Theatre of Dreams. Dennis LawDenis LawTune: Davy CrockettSon of a fisherman from Aberdeen Played for his country, when only 18 His footballing magic is a sight to see And he'll lead United on to victory. Denis, Denis Law, King of the Football League. he left Torino in 63, Denis Law left Italy, He came to United to be our king, And all around the Stretford End you hear them sing Denis, Denis Law, King of the Football League. Lou MacariLou MacariTune: UnknownLou, Lou, skip to my Lou, Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou, Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou Macari. Ralphie MilneRalphie MilneTune: UnknownOh, Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie,Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie Milne !
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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 Manchester United, The Busby Babes, For we made a promise, To defend our faith, In Manchester 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 pissed 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
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