Sange om United

(Melodi: Country roads)
Take me home, United road,
To the place, I belong,
To Old Trafford, to see United,
Take me home, United road.

(Melodi: United Calypso)
If ever they're playing in your town,
Get your self to that football ground,
Take a lesson you’ll see,
Football taught by Matt Busby,
Oh Manchester, Manchester United;
A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes,
They deserve to be knighted...

(Melodi: ukendt)
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.

(Melodi: Blaydon Races)
Oh me lads,
You should have seen us coming,
Fastest team in the League,
Just to see us winning,
All me lads and lasses,
With smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Warwick Road,
To see Matt Busby's aces.

(Melodi: ukendt)
We are just one of those teams,
You’ll see now and then,
We often score six,
But we seldom score ten,
We beat them at home,
And we beat them away,
We kill any bastards,
That gets 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,
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, hoo.

(Melodi: From the halls Of Montezuma)
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

(Melodi: When the Saints go marching in)
Oh when the reds (oh when the reds),
Go marching in (go marching in),
Oh when the reds go marching in,
I want to be in that number,
Oh when the reds go marching in.

Oh Manchester (oh Manchester),
Is wonderful (is wonderful),
Oh Manchester is wonderful,
Its full of tits, fanny and United,
Oh Manchester is wonderful.

(Melodi: Glory, glory hallelujah)
The famous Man United went, of to see the Pope,
The famous Man United went, of to see the Pope,
The famous Man United went, of to see the Pope,
And this is what he said,
Who the fuck are Man United,
Who the fuck are Man United,
Who the fuck are Man United,
And the reds go marching on on on.

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

(Melodi: ukendt)
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
We love United, we do,
Oh United we love you.

(Melodi: We shall not be moved)
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
Just like the team, that's gonna win the Football League, again,
We shall not be moved.

We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
Just like the team, that's gonna win the FA Cup, again,
We shall not be moved.

We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
Just like the team, that's gonna win the European Cup, again,
We shall not be moved.

(Melodi: For he’s a jolly god fellow)
We're gonna win the league, again,
We're gonna win the league, again,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league, again.

(Melodi: ukendt)
Follow follow follow,
Cause United are going to Moscow,
There'll be thousands of Reds,
And there’ll be piss out our heads,
Cause United are going to Moscow.