One day, on the back streets of Belfast,
A young man was born too soon,
For had he been born today, boys,
This game with knows no gloom.
For he stood only 5 ft 8 inches,
He weighed only eight stone,
By day he played with his friends there,
By night he played on his own.
Then early one morning a letter,
Arrived in the post at his home.
"Will your son please board the ferry,
From Ireland to England alone".
So a young lad arrived at Old Trafford,
Prepared to give his all,
But England's a long way from Belfast,
And the Emerald Isle did call.
It took all of Matt Busby's persuasion,
To make him come back for the Test,
For he knew that he'd found a genius,
Who was so far ahead of the rest.
He could run at the speed of a greyhound,
Turn on a sixpence and shoot,
Dribble his way through a minefield,
While still only wearing one boot.
His playing brought crowds in their thousands,
His antics attacks from the press,
But they still had to bow down in tribute,
And acknowledge true genius George Best.
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
And the Reds Go Marching On! On! On!
Busby Babes they always made me cry
Thinkin’ ’bout the teams of years gone by
Charlton, Edwards, Law and Georgie Best
We’re United,- you can keep the rest.
Schmeichel, Parker, Pallister,
Irwin, Bruce, Sharpe and Ince,
Hughes, McClair, Keane and Cantona,
Robson, Kanchelskis and Giggs........
Come on you Reds
Come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we’ll let them know
It’s Man United - Here we go!
Come on you Reds
Come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we’ll let them know
It’s Man United - Here we go!
Glory, Glory Man United,
Glory, Glory Man United........
We’ll maintain The Status Quo
Man United - Here we go!!!
So Old Trafford let us hear you loud
Cheer us on and we will do you proud,
50,000 voices sing our song
Keep us at the top where we belong
So here’s to Alex Ferguson
He’ll take us all the way,
We’re on the road to glory now
Winning at home and away
Come on you Reds
Come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we’ll let them know
It’s Man United - Here we go!
Come on you Reds
Come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we’ll let them know
It’s Man United - Here we go!
Glory, Glory Man United,
Glory, Glory Man United........
We’ll maintain The Status Quo
Man United - Here we go!!!
Come on you Reds
Come on you Reds
The team that every defender dreads
We’re The Devils in Red you know,
We’re Man United - Here we go!
Come on you Reds
Come on you Reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we’ll let them know
It’s Man United - Here we go!
Man United - Here we go!
Man United - Here we go!!!