United In Song
Official United Songs
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Come On You Reds
To The Tune Of Burning Bridges
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
Chorus
Come on you reds, come on you reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
Who's Man United - here we go
* Repeat twice
Glory Glory Man United
Glory Glory Man United
We'll maintain the status quo
We're 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
Who's Man United - here we go
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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's able to defend their net
We won the Doubles we'll let 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
Who's Man United - here we go (x3)
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We're Gonna Do It Again
Welcome to the Old Trafford show
Some say it's better the devils you know
Comin' atcha from the top of the tree
Scoring our way to victory
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go
When you're singing with one United voice
You're letting us know we have no choice
But to carry on our winning ways
Seems to be a habit for the reds these days
Here we go, here we go, here we go , here we go
And when the going gets tough
We're ready for the test
We're laying down the law
'Cos we know we got the best
Again, again, again, again,
We're gonna do it again - United!
Soaking up the pressure, tightening the screw
You know we're gonna catch ya-what ya gonna do
Because we're up there - cream of the crop
You gotta get up early to keep us from the top
Here we go, here we go, here we go, gere we go
Yes!
We're coming on strong on time to lose
You even may be winning but we sure that we refuse
To lay down 'til the final whistle blows
Never say die that's the way it goes
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go
You better believe it
At the end of the day
We're gonna do it in style
Gonna do it our way
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Move Move Move (Red Tribe)
When we come like a hurricane
Blowin' everyone away
There's nowhere you can run and hide
So stylish so skillful
With an iron will too
Eleven devils side to side
We've got all the right moves
So defence is no use
Nothing's gonna get in our way
We're strong , we're united
There's no way to fight it
You're never gonna keep us at bay
Chorus
No-one can move move move like the red tribe do
There's no man that can stand in our way
No-one can move move move like the red tribe do
They just can't take the heat when we play
When we rise like a tidal wave
Sweeping everyone away
You'll know that we are truly the best
'Cause unity is power
And we gonna tower
High up above the rest
We've got heart we've got pride too
Respect is overdue
We'll earn it but someone must pay
No-one can keep us held down
So pass the robe and crown
We're going all the way
Chorus x2
Show respect to the tribe that's red
I say ho I say hey
(x4)
(repeat chorus to end)
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Others
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The Flowers Of Manchester
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 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 turned back again.
The third time down the runway disaster followed close,
There was slush upon the runway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy ground, 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 Colman, and David Pegg also,
They lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went too, with an injury to his frame,
And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team,
Three long months passed by before he saw his team 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 will ne'er forget,
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.
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Forever And Ever
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.
We've all sworn allegiance,
To fight till we die,
To stand by United,
And the Red flag we fly,
There'll be no surrender,
We'll fight to the last,
To defeat all before us,
As we did in the past.
For we're Stretford Enders,
With United we grew,
To the famous Red Devils,
We're loyal and true,
To part-time supporters,
We'll never descend,
We'll never forsake you,
We'll be here to the end.
For we all remember,
That '58 day,
And the plane that once stood on,
That Munich runway,
As it tried to take off,
For the third fatal time,
The immortal young babes were,
Cut down in their prime.
In the cold snow of Munich,
They laid down their lives,
But they live on forever,
In our hearts and our minds,
Their names are now legend,
For the whole world to see.
Why this club's a religion,
Spelt M.U.F.C.
So bow down before them,
And lift up your eyes,
For Old Trafford's glory,
Will always survive.
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We Are The Champions
"We Are The Champions" (Mercury)
I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through
We are the champions my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
and everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge
before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose
We are the champions my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
We are the champions my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
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Chants
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General United Songs
Glory, glory, Man United,
Glory, glory, Man United,
Glory, glory, Man United,
And the reds go marching on, on, on.
Will never die, will never die,
Will never die, will never die,
We'll keep the red flag flying high,
'Coz Man United will never die.
Tune : The Red Flag
We're just one of those teams,
That you see now and then,
We often score six,
But seldom score ten,
We beat'em at home
And we beat'em away,
we kill these ********,
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,
We are United,
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys,
La la la la la la la la la
OOOOOOiiiiiii!!!!!!!
You've only come to see United
Come to see United
You've only come to see United
Are you City in disguise
Are you City in disguise
Are you City in disguise
For ever and ever,
We'll follow the boys,
Of Man United,
The Busby Babes.
Hello, hello, we are the the Busby boys,
Hello, hello, we are the the Busby boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We all follow United.
Oh, me lads,
You should have seen us coming,
Fastest team in the League,
Just to see us winning,
All the lads and lasses,
With smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Warwick Road,
To see Matt Busby's aces.
Tune : Blaydon Races.
And it's Man United,
Man United F.C.
We're by far the greatest team,
The world has ever seen.
Tune : The Wild Rover.
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
Oh, United we love you.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see,
United win away - oh!
Oh it's a grand old team to play for,
Oh it's a grand old team to see,
And if, you know, your history,
It's enough to make your heart go woh, oh, oh,oh,
We don't care what the City fans say,
What, the hell do we care,
For we only know, that there's gonna be a show,
And the famous Man United will be there.
Tune : Unknown
We are United supporters,
Loyal through and through,
Over and over,
We will follow you.
Oh when the reds, oh when the reds,
Oh when the reds go marching in,
I wanna be in that number,
Oh when the reds go marching in.
Tune : When the Saints go marching in.
Man United, Man United,
We'll support you evermore,
We'll support you evermore.
Man United, Man United,
We're the pride of Manchester,
We're the pride of Manchester.
We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Liverpool too, (and Leeds),
We hate Manchester City,
But United we love you - altogether now...
Tune : Land of hope and glory.
We will follow United,
Over land and sea,
We will follow United,
On to victory.
Tune : Land of Hope and Glory.
Are you watching Merseyside
Are you watching Merseyside
Are you watching Merseyside
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Wembley Tunes
She wore, she worn, she worn a scarlet ribbon,
She wore a scarlet ribbon in the merry month of may,
And when, I asked, her why she worn that ribbon,
She said its for United, and we're going to Wembley.
Wembley, Wembley
We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wembley
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 F.A. cup - again!
We shall not be moved.
Tune : We shall not be moved
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be,
We're going to Wembley,
Que sera, sera.
Tune : Que sera, sera
If you're all going to Wembley clap your hands,
If you're all going to Wembley clap your hands,
If you're all going to Wembley,
All going to Wembley,
All going to Wembley clap your hands.
Tune : She'll be coming round the mountain
We're gonna win the cup,
We're gonna win the cup,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the cup.
Tune : For he's a jolly good fellow
We won the cup,
We won the cup,
Ee-aye-adio,
We won the cup.
Bring on the double, bring on the double tonight ...
We've done the double, we've done the double tonight ...
We've done the double, we've done the double again ...
Tell me ma, me ma,
To put the champagne on ice,
We're going to Wembley twice,
Tell me ma, me ma.
Tune : Que sera, sera
(Sung in '83 and '94 after losing the League Cup)
We're on the march, we're Fergies army,
We're all going to Wembley,
And we'll really shake 'em up,
When we win the F.A. cup,
'Coz United are the greatest football team.
Tune : Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching
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Champions!
We won the Football League again,
Down by the Riverside,
Down by the Riverside,
Down by the Riverside.
We won the Football League again,
Down by the Riverside,
Down by the Riverside.
Tune : Down by the Riverside
We're here 'cause we're champions,
We're here 'cause we're champions,
We're here 'cause we're champions
We are the champions, my friend,
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end,
We are the champions, we are the champions,
No time for losers, 'coz we are the champions,
Of the world.
Tune : We are the champions
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 sh*t!)
We will fight, fight, fight, for United,
'Till we win the Football League.
Tune : The Halls of Montezuma ( U.S. Marine Corps march)
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, we shall not be moved.
Tune : We shall not be moved
Champione, champione,
Are we, are we, are we.
We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league
Tune : For he's a jolly good fellow
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Player's Songs
Schmeichel, Schmeichel, der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der.
Europe's, Europe's number one, Europe's, number one.
Denis Irwin's barmy army, ...
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
JAAP STAM!
Tune:Batman
KEANO, KEANO, KEANO
(repeat 50 times, at least)
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.
Tune : Robin Hood.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Let me hear you say Keano...Keano!
Tune : Boom, Boom, Boom by The Outhere Brothers.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, Keano.
Tune : Hey Jude.
Andy Cole, Andy Cole,
Andy, Andy Cole,
He gets the ball and scores a goal,
Andy, Andy Cole.
Tune : Hooray, hooray, it's a holi-holiday.
Swing low, sweet Andy Cole,
Coming for to score us a goal,
Swing low, sweet Andy Cole,
Coming for to score us a goal.
Tune : Swing low, sweet chariot.
Nicky Butt, Nicky, Nicky Butt.
Tune : Baby Give It Up by KC & the Sunshine Band.
Neville Neville, You're future's immense,
Neville Neville, You play in defence,
Neville Neville, Like Jacko you're bad,
Neville Neville, Is the name of your dad.
Tune : Rebel Rebel.
Oh...Jordi, Jordi,
Jordi, Jordi, Jordi,
Jordi, Jordi,
Jordi, Jordi Cruyff.
Jordi Cruyff, Jordi Cruyff,
Jordi Cruyff, Jordi Cruyff,
Tune : Allouette.
You are my Solskjaer, my Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy, when skies are grey,
And Alan Shearer, was much more dearer,
Please don't take my Solskjaer away.
Tune : You Are My Sunshine
Follow follow we are the busby boys
Follow follow we are the busby boys
And if you are a city fan
Surrender or you'll die
Cos we all follow united
David May superstar
Got more medals than Shearer
Cantona, Cantona,
Cantona, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Ooh ah,
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Le Cantona.
Tune : La Marseillaise (French national anthem).
He's red, he's white,
He knew that Leeds were sh*te,
Cantona, Cantona.
Tune : The quartermaster's store.
We'll drink a drink a drink,
To Eric the king, the king, the king,
He's the leader of our football team,
He's the greatest French footballer,
That the world has ever seen.
Tune : Lilly the Pink
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
An Eric Cantona.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Two Cantonas, and an Eric Cantona.
etc.
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 ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Ooh ah,
Ooh ah, Cantona,
Ooh ah, Cantona.
Ooh, ah, Cantona,
Say ooh ah Cantona.
Tune : Oops upside your head.
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona,
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona,
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona,
Ooh ah, Eric Cantona.
Tune : Go West.
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One-Liners
M.U... M.U.F... M.U.F.C... O.K.!
Red army, red army ...
Ferguson's red and white army ...
Fergie, Fergie, give us a wave...
Boring, boring, (name of team, usually Arsenal !)
Down with the City, you're going down with the City ...
Just because you're losing ...
You're not singing anymore ...
Sing when you're winning, you only sing when you're winning ...
Here we go, here we go, here we go ...
Always look on the bright side of life ...
Allez les rouges, allez les rouges, allez...
United, United, top of the league...
What's it like to see a crowd ...
Where are you when we're not here...
Come in a taxi, you must have come in a taxi...
There's only one United ...
Score in a brothel, you couldn't score in a brothel...
Are you City in disguise...
What a waste of money ...
If you're all going to (place), clap you hands...
Where were you at Old Trafford ...
You're supposed to be at home...
Part time supporters...
What's it like to be outclassed ...
Are you John Barnes/Klinsman in disguise? ...
Come on you reds...
One song, you've only got one song...
Bring on the dustbin...
United, United, rah, rah, rah
City, City, ha, ha, ha,
Leeds, Leeds, baa, baa, baa,
Scousers, Scousers, lock your car!
Let's all have a disco...
Loyal supporters, loyal supporters...
9-0, to the champions...
We want 10, we want 10...
Sing your hearts out for the lads...
Stand up, for the champions...
David May, Superstar, got more medals than Shearer!
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Leeds
If you hate Leeds United clap your hands,
If you hate Leeds United clap your hands,
If you hate Leeds United,
Hate Leeds United,
Hate Leeds United clap your hands. (keep clapping!)
Tune : She'll be coming round the mountain
We all hate Leeds, scum,
We all hate Leeds, scum,
We all hate Leeds, scum,
We all hate Leeds, scum... (repeat)
Tune : Tom Hark
Who's the Champions now, scum,
Who's the Champions now ?
Who's the Champions now, scum,
Who's the Champions now ?
Tune : Tie me kangaroo down sport
Hate Leeds United,
We only hate Leeds United,
Hate Leeds United,
We only hate Leeds United.
Tune : Guantanamera
Liverpool
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.
He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick
So I hit 'im with a brick
And now he don't sing anymore.
Sign on, sign on,
With hope, in your a*se,
And you'll never get a job,
You'll never get a job.
Tune : You'll never walk alone
Hark now hear, United sing,
The scousers run away,
And we will fight for evermore,
Because of Boxing Day.
Tune : Mary's Boy Child
(We lost 0-3 at home on 26/12/78)
Manchester City
Blue Moon, you started singing too soon,
You thought you'd beat us three - one,
And now Howard Kendall has gone.
Tune : Blue Moon
The City sing, I don't know why,
'Coz after the match, you're gonna die.
Tune : Tom Hark
City, Manchester City,
Nobody knows their name.
Tune : Rupert the Bear
One-two,
One,two, three,
One,two,three,four,
FIVE-NIL !
Let's all laugh at City,
Let's all laugh at City,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,
Ha,ha,ha,ha.
Tune : Let's all do the conga
Aston Villa / West Ham
Chim chimney, chim chimney,
Chim, chim, cherroo,
We hate the b*stards in claret and blue.
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