Glory Glory Man United
Glory, glory, Man United, Glory, glory, Man United, Glory, glory, Man United, And the reds go marching on, on, on.

; Just like the Busby Babes in Days gone by We'll keep the Red Flags flying high You've got to see yourself from far and wide You've got to hear the masses sing with pride

United! Man United! We're the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly

In Seventy-Seven it was Docherty Atkinson will make it Eighty-Three And everyone will know just who we are They'll be singing 'Que Sera Sera'

United! Man United! We're the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly

Glory Glory Man United Glory Glory Man United Glory Glory Man United As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On! (3x)

The Flowers of Manchester
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany, Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory, Eight men who will never play again who met destruction there, The flowers of English 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 runaway disaster followed close, There was a slush upon that runaway 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 to, with an injury to his frame, And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again, The great Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team Three long months passed by before he walked 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'll 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

The 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

We Shall Not Be Moved
We shall not we shall not be moved just like a team, that's going to win the football league (again) we shall not be moved

If you want to go to heaven when you die
If you want to go to heaven when you die you must keep the Red Flag flying high Get yourself a red bonnet and put 'Fuck the Scousers' on it If you want to go to heaven when you die

U-N-I-T-E-D
United are the team for mewith a nick nack paddy wack give the dog a bone why don't City Fuck off home

For ever and ever
For ever and ever we'll follow the boys of Man United; the Busby Babes..."

Every Single One of Us
Now every single one of us Loves Alex Ferguson Loves Alex Ferguson Loves Alex Ferguson Now every single one of us Loves Alex Ferguson

United Road
United Road, take me home To the place, I belong To Old Trafford, to see United Take me home, United road

Pride of All Europe
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 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 We are United, Without any doubt, We are the Manchester boys.

United Calypso
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 Manchester, Manchester United A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes, They deserve to be knighted!

Poor Little Scouser
He's only a poor little scouser His face is all tattered and torn He made me feel sick So I hit him with a brick And now he can't sing anymore!

What A Friend We Have In Jesus
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 Aah Cantona, Ooh Aah Cantona, Ooh Aah, Ooh Aah, Ooh Aah Cantona.... Ooh Aah Cantona

PIOSENKI O PIŁKARZACH


Rio Ferdinand
Rio, Rio, He is a Red you know, He met El Tel, And said "farewell" Rio, Rio, Rio, Rio.....

Roy Keane
Oh Keano's fuckin' magic, He wears a magic hat, And when he saw Old Trafford, He said I fancy that, He didn't sign for Arsenal, Or Blackburn 'coz they're shite, He signed for Man United, 'Coz they're fucking dynamite.

Ole Gunnar Solskjer
You are my Solskjaer, My Ole Solskjaer, You make me happy, When skies are grey, And Alan Shearer, Was f*cking dearer, So Please don't take, My Solskjaer, Away...