
MELBOURNE
MANCHESTER UNITED
SUPPORTERS
SINGING SECTION
The Flowers of Manchester
Author: Eric Winter (1958)
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 English football, the Flowers of Manchester.
Matt Busby’s boys were flying home, 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 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 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, it’s record truly great.
It’s 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.
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 OLA
WOKE UP THIS MORNING,
FEELING FINE.
GOT MAN UNITED
ON MY MIND
MICHAEL'S PLAYING THE WAY
THAT UNITED SHOULD
OH YEAH!
SOMETHING TELLS ME
I'M INTO SOMETHING GOOD
TAKE ME HOME
UNITED ROAD
TO THE PLACE I BELONG
TO OLD TRAFFORD
TO SEE UNITED
TAKE ME HOME
UNITED ROAD
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
Bruno, Bruno, Bruno,
Came from Sporting like Cristiano,
He goes left, he goes right,
makes defences look shite,
He’s our Portuguese magnifico!
HELLO, HELLO
WE ARE THE BUSBY BOYS
HELLO, HELLO
WE ARE THE BUSBY BOYS
IF YOU ARE A CITY FAN
SURRENDER OR YOU'LL DIE
WE ALL FOLLOW UNITED
WE ARE JUST ONE OF THOSE TEAMS
THAT YOU SEE NOW AND THEN
WE OFTEN SCORE SIX,
BUT WE SELDOM SCORE TEN
WE'LL BEAT 'EM AT HOME
AND WE'LL BEAT 'EM AWAY
WE'LL KILL ANY BASTARDS
THAT GET IN OUR WAY...
WE ARE THE PRIDE OF ALL EUROPE
THE COCK OF THE NORTH
WE HATE THE SCOUSERS
AND COCKNEY'S OF COURSE (AND LEEDS)
WE ARE UNITED
WITHOUT ANY DOUBT
WE ARE THE MANCHESTER BOYS
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA
OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
I SEE THE STRETFORD END ARISING
I SEE THERE'S TROUBLE ON THE WAY
DON'T GO OUT TONIGHT
UNLESS YOU'RE RED AND WHITE
I SEE THERE'S TROUBLE
ON THE WAY.
YOU THINK YOUR MOUSTACHE IS TRENDY
YOU THINK YOUR
KICKER BOOTS ARE TOO
WITH YOUR KANGOL
AND YOUR FLEECE
BEN SHERMANS ON FOR WEEKS
WE KNOW THAT
YOU'RE A FUCKING BLUE
UNITED'S FLAG IS DEEPEST RED
IT SHROUDED ALL OUR MUNICH DEAD
BEFORE THEIR LIMBS GREW
STIFF AND COLD
THEIR HEARTS BLOOD DYED
IT'S EVERY 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
'CAUSE MAN UNITED WILL NEVER DIE
FROM THE BANKS OF
THE RIVER IRWELL
TO THE SHORES OF SICILY
WE WILL FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT
FOR UNITED
'TIL WE WIN THE FOOTBALL LEAGUE
TO HELL WITH LIVERPOOL
TO HELL WITH MAN CITY
(THEY'RE SHITE)
WE WILL FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT
FOR UNITED
'TIL WE WIN THE FOOTBALL LEAGUE
Jose said that Shaw was shite
dudududududududu
Now he's fucking dynamite
dudududududududu
Tearing down the left hand side
dudududududududu
See the Stretford End arise
dudududududududu
tune "Ring Of Fire"
We're the first English team
to win the European Cup,
The Premier League,
the doubles,
because we are so good
We now set
the standards
that the others
have to follow
but still the nation sings..
Who the fuck are
Man United
Who the fuck are
Man United
Who the fuck are
Man United
as the Reds go marching
ON ON ON
Sir Matt,
Duncan Edwards,
Bobby Charlton & George Best.
Robson, Whiteside, Cantona,
Giggs & all the rest
Fergie & his fledglings
will never flee the nest
but still the nation sings...
Who the fuck are
Man United
Who the fuck are
Man United
Who the fuck are
Man United
as the Reds go marching
ON ON ON
When Eric left
everybody said
the end was nigh
when Beckham left
as well
they said to us
"You'll cry"
we're Champions
of Europe
and of England
that's no lie
but still the nation sings...
Who the fuck are
Man United
Who the fuck are
Man United
Who the fuck are
Man United
as the Reds go marching
ON ON ON
Glory, Glory Man United
Glory, Glory Man United
Glory, Glory Man United
As the Reds go marching
ON! ON! ON!
WE HATE LIVERPOOL AND MAN CITY
WE HATE LIVERPOOL AND MAN CITY (AND LEEDS)
WE HATE LIVERPOOL AND MAN CITY
WE HATE LIVERPOOL AND MAN CITY
BUT...
WE ALL HATE LEEDS SCUM
WE ALL HATE LEEDS SCUM
WE ALL HATE LEEDS SCUM
WE ALL HATE LEEDS SCUM
WEEEEEEEE'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
Eric the king is
remarkably trendy
He's done some modelling
around town
Wearing the best suits
up on the catwalkwhile the Leeds scum they just frown.
WEEEEEEEE'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
On the field
it's almost unreal
some of the things that Eric does
Superb overhead kicks
remarkable back flicks
I'm sure the guy just takes the piss
WEEEEEEEE'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
He once played for Marceille
but never for Arsenal
or Liverpool or even Man City
He had a brief spell there
with the Leeds scum
Until he realised that they were has-beens
Only one way now,
for Eric to go now
to the Theatre of our Dreams
WEEEEEEEE'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
Ooh Ah, Ooh Ah Ooh Ah Cantona
Ooh Ah Cantona
WE FOUGHT IN FRANCE
WE FOUGHT IN SPAIN
WE FOUGHT IN THE SUN
AND WE FOUGHT IN THE RAIN
WE TOOK THE KOP
AND CHELSEA TOO
BUT WHAT WE LIKE MOST IS
KICKING A BLUE
KICKING A BLUE,
KICKING A BLUE
WHAT WE LIKE MOST IS KICKING A BLUE
Tip Toe
through the Kop end
with a cleaver
he's from Argentina
YOU ARE MY SOLSKJAER
MY OLE SOLSKJAER
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
WHEN SKIES ARE GREY
'CAUSE ALAN SHEARER
WAS FUCKING DEARER
PLEASE DON'T TAKE
MY SOLSKJAER AWAY
WE'RE HAVING A PARTY WHEN GLAZER GOES X 4
JELLY AND ICE CREAM WHEN GLAZER GOES X 4
PASS THE PARCEL WHEN GLAZER GOES X 4
TAIL ON THE DONKEY WHEN GLAZER GOES X 4
MUSICAL CHAIRS WHEN GLAZER GOES X 4
STRIPPERS & WHORES WHEN GLAZER GOES X 4
WE HATE LIVERPOOL & MAN CITY X 4
WE ALL HATE LEEDS SCUM X 8
Forever and Ever,
We'll follow the boys,
Of Man United,
The Busby Babes,
For we made a promise,
To defend our faith,
In Man 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.
SHE WORE, SHE WORE
SHE WORE A SCARLET RIBBON
SHE WORE A SCARLET RIBBON
IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY.
AND WHEN I ASKED HER WHY
SHE WORE THE RIBBON
SHE SAID IT'S FOR UNITED
AND WE'RE GOING TO WEMBLEY
WEMBLEY, WEMBLEY
WE'RE THE FAMOUS MAN UNITED
AND WE'RE GOING TO WEMBLEY
WEMBLEY, WEMBLEY
WE'RE THE FAMOUS MAN UNITED
AND WE'RE GOING TO WEMBLEY
CASEMIRO
DU DU DU DU
CASEMIRO
DU DU DU DU
He's half a girl, He's half a boy, Torres, Torres.
He looks just like a transvestite, Torres, Torres.
He wears a frock, he loves the cock, he sells his arse on Albert Dock
Fernando Torres,
Carraghers bit on the side
MAGUIRE
IS FUCKING MAGIC
HE WEARS
A MAGIC HAT
IF YOU THROW A BRICK AT HIM
HE'LL HEAD THE FUCKER BACK
HE DIDN'T SIGN FOR LIVERPOOL OR CITY 'CAUSE THEY'RE SHITE
HE SIGNED FOR
MAN UNITED
'CAUSE WE'RE
FUCKING DYNAMITE
HAVE YOU EVER WON THE TREBLE?
HAVE YOU FUCK!
HAVE YOU EVER WON THE EUROPEAN CUP?
HAVE YOU EVER WON THE TREBLE
LIKE GARY FUCKING NEVILLE!!
HAVE YOU EVER WON THE TREBLE?
HAVE YOU FUCK!
OH MANCHESTER
(OH MANCHESTER)
IS WONDERFUL
(IS WONDERFUL)
OH MANCHESTER IS WONDERFUL
IT'S FULL OF TITS, FANNY AND UNITED
OH MANCHESTER IS WONDERFUL
OH MERSEY SIDE
(OH MERSEY SIDE)
IS FULL OF SHIT
(IS FULL OF SHIT)
OH MERSEY SIDE IS FULL OF SHIT
IT'S FULL OF SHIT, SHIT AND BULLSHIT
OH MERSEY SIDE IS FULL OF SHIT.
THE ETIHAD
(THE ETIHAD)
IS NEVER FULL
(IS NEVER FULL)
THE ETIHAD IS NEVER FULL
UNLESS THEY'RE PLAYING
MAN UNITED
THE ETIHAD IS NEVER FULL
OH ELLAND ROAD
(OH ELLAND ROAD)
IS FULL OF SHEEP
(IS FULL OF SHEEP)
OH ELLAND ROAD IS FULL OF SHEEP
IT'S FULL OF SHEEP, SHEEP AND MORE SHEEP
OH ELLAND ROAD IS FULL OF SHEEP
OH BRIAN KIDD
(OH BRIAN KIDD)
IS STILL A MANC
(IS STILL A MANC)
OH BRIAN KIDD IS STILL A MANC
HE'S FUCKING UP
LEEDS UNITED
OH BRIAN KIDD IS STILL A MANC.


