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Ruben Amorim, He’ll bring the glory days again! We’ll back him from the Stretford End, He’ll turn the Reds around.

Bruno, Bruno, Bruno Came from Sporting like Cristiano He goes left he goes right, makes defences look shite He’s our Portuguese magnifico!

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’ve seen it all, We’ve won the lot. We’re man united And we’re never gonna stop! Ole ole, ole ola, Ole ole ole ole ole ole ola!”

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

Manchester, Manchester United A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes They deserve to be knighted! If ever they are playing in your town You must get to that football ground Take a lesson come and see Football taught by Matt Busby

Forever and ever, We’ll follow the boys, Of Man United, The Busby Babes

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

Oh me lads, You should have seen us coming, 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!

Oh, every single one of us, Loves Alex Ferguson, Loves Alex Ferguson, Loves Alex Ferguson…

U-N-I-T-E-D United are the team for me With A knick knack paddy whack give adog a bone Why dont City f*ck off home

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 The Cockneys of course (and Leeds!), We are United Without any doubt, We are the Manchester boys

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 shit!) We will fight, fight, fight for United Till we win the Football League

From the banks of the Irwell, To Sicily, And we will fight fight fight, For Man United FC, Oh oh oh ohhh, Oh oh oh ohhh, Ay ay ay ayyy Ay ay ay ayyy

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, And the reds go marching on, on, on…

Who the fck are Man United? Who the fck are Man United? Who the fck are Man United? And the reds go marching on, on, on…

20 times 20 times Man United 20 times 20 times I say 20 times 20 times Man United Playing Football The Matt Busby Way!

Take me home, United Road, To the place, I belong; To Old Trafford, to see United; Take me home, United Road.

Gary Neville is a red, is a red, is a red, Gary Neville is a red… He hates Scousers!

Nemanja, woah-oh Nemanja, woah-oh He comes from Serbia, He’ll f**king murder ya

When Jonny goes marching down the wing (O’Shea, O’Shea) When Jonny goes marching down the wing (O’Shea, O’Shea) When Jonny goes marching down the wing the Stretford End will stand and sing, We all know that Jonny’s gonna score

He’s big, he’s bad, he’s Wesley Brown, The hardest man in all of down, With orange hair beware, Come and have a go if you dare

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…

Oh, oh, oh, it’s Carrick you know, it’s hard to believe it’s not Scholes

Ander-son-son-son He’s better than Kleberson Ander-son-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 shits on Fabregas

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing Fear by the blues Loved by the reds, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs

Viva Ronaldo, viva Ronaldo, Running down the wing, Hear United sing, Viva Ronaldo

He plays on the left, He plays on the right. That Boy Ronaldo, Makes England look shite!

I saw my mate the other day, He said to me, he’s seen the white Pele, So I asked, who is he, He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney Wayne Rooney (Wazza)

Juan Mata woah, Juan Mata woah, He made the rent boys cry, To play with Januzaj

Who’s that friend we have in Jesus, He’s our saviour from afar, Who’s that friend we have in Jesus, And his name is Cantona, Oooh ahhh Cantona, Oooh ahhh Cantona, Oooh ahhh, oooh ahhh, oooh ahhh Cantona, Oooh ahhh Cantona

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, centre forward, That the world, has ever seen

You are my Solskjaer, My Ole Solskjaer, You make me happy, When skies are grey, Oh Alan Shearer, Was fucking dearer, So please don’t take, My Solskjaer away…

Going on up to the spirit in the sky, It’s where I’m gonna go when I die, When I die and they lay me to rest, I’m gonna go on the piss with Georgie Best

Tony Martial came from France, The English press said he had no chance, £50m down the drain, Tony Martial scores again!!

Zlatan Ibrahimovic He is a Swedish hero, On a free from PSG He cost us fuckin zero. 6 ft 5, Hard as fuck, He gets the Reds excited… Stick your City up your arse Cause we are Man United

Ohhhh His name is big Zlatan Ibrahimovic He’s scored a debut goal An overheaded kick He’s 6ft 5 A super star He’s got a pony tail And now he’s at United We can’t surely fail Tra la la la He comes from Sweden Tra la la la la la la Ohhh His name is big Zlatan

From Wythenshawe and loves to fight He’s born to play in red and white So listen close, it must be said Like Manchester, Rashford is red