dwight yorke wherever you may be, you
are the king of pornography, you stuck
two fingers up at john gregory, when u
signed for m.u.f.c.

dwight yorke wherever you may be, you
are the king of pornography, u left
aston villa for fear of getting shot,
and u came to United and won the f******
lot

On your Yorkshire farms,
You pester the lambs when you hide in
the grass,
You'd rather shag sheep than a fit
normal lass,
On your Yorkshire farms.

you are a scouser, an ugly scouser,
your only happy on giro day,
your mums out stealing,
your dads out dealing,
so please dont take my hub caps away.

10 cantonas, 9 cantonas. 8 cantonas, 7
cantonas, 6 cantonas, FIIIIVE
CANTONAS!!!!!! 4 cantonas, 3 cantonas, 2
cantonas and an ERIC CANTONA!!

See, I will always love the Reds so much,
We are the team nobody else can touch
United, I love them.
They’re the only team I like,
The other ones are shit,
And now I’m gonna tell you how I feel.

Fuck Peter Kenyon and Abramovich,
Fuck you Mourinho, you son of a bitch.
Fuck Kevin Keegan and fuck Franny Lee,
Fuck Steve McManaman, fuck Man City.
Fuck Leeds United, you’re down and you’re gay,
Fuck Norman Hunter and fuck Eddie Gray.
Fuck Everton and f.uck you Liverpool,
Fuck all you scousers, cuz Manchester rule!

Ronaldo, van Nistelrooy
Play for the baddest team,
With Ferdinand and super Roy Keane
Silvestre and Ryan Giggs,
And we’ll never leave the pack
Dressed in red, white and black
We don’t give a damn about no one else

Fuck Peter Kenyon and Abramovich,
Fuck you Mourinho, you son of a bitch.
Fuck Kevin Keegan and fuck Franny Lee,
Fuck Steve McManaman, fuck Man City.
Fuck Arsene Wenger and fuck Arsenal too,
Fuck all the cockneys, we fucking hate you.
Fuck Everton and fuck you Liverpool,
Fuck all you scousers, couse Manchester rule!

Rule, rule United
Rule, rule United

Now I hate the scousers and I hate Liverpool,
The f.ucking shit, and United rule!
And Chelsea, who do you think you are?
If you think you're all this,
It's gonna end in tears,
You’ll never be as big as Man United.

Fuck Barcelona and fuck Real Madrid,
I’ve loved United since I was a kid.
Fuck Bayern Munich and AC Milan,
Fuck Deportivo and Vasco da Gama.
Fuck Kevin Keegan and fuck Franny Lee,
Fuck Steve McManaman, fuck Man City.
Fuck Everton and fuck you Liverpool,
Fuck all you scousers, cuz Manchester rule!

Rule, rule united
Rule, rule United

Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade
This great United family, all masters of their trade
The pilots 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 this 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 was Big Swifty who we'll ne'er forget
The finest English keeper that ever graced a net

Oh England's finest football team, its record truly great
Its proud successes mocked at 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