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 and we beat ’em away,
We kill any b*stards,
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.”
