Chants

Have a scroll through some classic Manchester United chants and look out for the latest songs.

We are the Busby Boys

Hello! Hello!
We are the busby boys
Hello! Hello!
We are the busby boys
And if you are a City fan surrender or you’ll die,
We all follow United

20 times!

20 times 20 times Man United
20 times 20 times I say
20 times 20 times Man United
Playing Football The Matt Busby Way!




Georgie Best
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

Anthony Martial chant
Tony Martial came from France,
The English press said he had no chance,
£50m down the drain,
Tony Martial scores again!!

We’ll Never Die
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

Stretford Enders

Bertie Mee said to Matt Busby
‘Have you heard of the North Bank, Highbury?’
‘No,’ said Matt, ‘You cockney twat,
But I’ve heard of the STRETFORD ENDERS!!’

Got United on my mind

Woke up this morning feeling fine,
I’ve got United on my mind,
Jose’s got us playing the way we should,
Something tells me I’m into something good.

United Calypso

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

United are the team for me

U-N-I-T-E-D
United are the team for me
With A knick knack paddy whack give adog a bone
Why dont City f*ck off home

Jingle bells

Jingle bells,
Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see,
United win away

The City is yours?!

The city is yours,
the city is yours….
20000 empty seats,
are you fucking sure!?

From the banks of the Irwell (version 1)

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

From the banks of the Irwell (version 2)

From the banks of the Irwell,
To Sicily,
And we will fight fight fight,
For Man United FC,
Oh oh oh ohhh,
Oh oh oh ohhh,
Ay ay ay ayyy
Ay ay ay ayyy

Matt Busby’s aces

Oh me lads,
You should have seen us coming,
Fastest team in the League,
Just to see us running,
All the lads and lasses,
With smiles upon their faces,
Walking down the Warwick Road,
To see Matt Busby’s aces!

The Busby Babes

Forever and ever,
We’ll follow the boys,
Of Man United,
The Busby Babes

Manchester is wonderful

Oh Manchester, (oh Manchester)
Is wonderful, (is wonderful)
Oh Manchester is wonderful,
It’s full of tits, fanny, and United;
Oh Manchester is wonderful.

The 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 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 (and Leeds!),
We are United
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys

She wore a Scarlet Ribbon
She wore, she wore,
She wore a scarlet ribbon,
She wore a scarlet ribbon in the merry month of May
And when, I asked
Oh why she wore that ribbon,
She said it’s for United and they’re going to Wem-ber-ley,
Wem-ber-ley, Wem-ber-ley,
We’re the famous Man United
And we’re going to Wem-ber-ley

Stretford End arising

I see the Stretford End arising,
I see trouble on the way,
Don’t go out tonight,
Unless you’re red and white,
I see there’s trouble on the way

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer

You are my Solskjaer,
My Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey,
Oh Alan Shearer,
Was fucking dearer,
So please don’t take,
My Solskjaer away…

If you come from Manchester…

If you come from Manchester
You’re sure to be a blue,
Moston, Collyhurst, Salford, Ancoats too,
And if you think that this is true you’re nothing but a fool,
Cos in the town of Manchester
Man United rule
Tra la la laaaaa we all hate City
Tra la la la la la la la

You can stick your Bayern Munich
Juventus Ajax too,
There’s only one collosal team they play in laser blue,
They’re gonna beat United, like once upon a time
They’re gonna conquer Europe like they did in 69
Tra la la laaaaa we all hate City
Tra la la la la la la la

If I die in the Kippax Street

If I die in the Kippax Street, woah-oh woah-oh,
If I die in the Kippax Street, woah-oh woah-oh,
If I die in the Kippax Street, there’ll be ten blue bastards at my feet,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Use your head and use your feet, woah-oh woah-oh,
Use your head and use your feet, woah-oh woah-oh,
Use your head and use your feet, ten blue bastards at my feet,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

If my bones do not mend, woah-oh woah-oh,
If my bones do not mend, woah-oh woah-oh,
If my bones do not mend, then carry me back to the Stretford End
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

When we go down to Maine Road, woah-oh, woah-oh,
When we go down to Maine Road, woah-oh, woah-oh,
When we go down to Maine Road the City fans they shit their load,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Walking down the Grafton Street, woah-oh, woah-oh,
Walking down the Grafton Street, woah-oh, woah-oh,
Walking down the Grafton Street, there’ll be ten blue bastards at my feet,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Burn, destroy, wreck and kill, woah-oh, woah-oh,
Burn, destroy, wreck and kill, woah-oh, woah-oh,
Burn, destroy, wreck and kill, United fans fucking will,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

On my grave it will say, woah-oh, woah-oh,
On my grave it will say, woah-oh, woah-oh,
On my grave it will say, ten blue bastards went the same way,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

When I die and go to hell, woah-oh, woah-oh,
Me and the Devil will get on well, woah-oh, woah-oh,
‘Cos he hates Summerbee and I hate Bell, me and the Devil will get on well,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

If I die in the Stretford End, woah-oh, woah-oh,
If I die in the Stretford End, woah-oh, woah-oh,
If I die in the Stretford End, I’ll defend my faith right to the end,
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Viva da Silva

Viva da Silva,
Viva da Silva,
When they’re on the pitch,
Don’t know which is which,
Viva da Silva

Chris Smalling

Smalling, Smalling, Smalling,
Chris Smalling of MUFC,
He’s big and he’s black,
And he plays at the back,
Chris Smalling of MUFC

Anderson

Ander-son-son-son
He’s better than Kleberson
Ander-son-son-son
He’s our midfield magician
To the left,
To the right,
To the samba beat tonight,
He is class,
With a brass,
And he shits on Fabregas

Rooney

I saw my mate the other day,
He said to me, he’s seen the white Pele,
So I asked, who is he,
He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney
Wayne Rooney (wazza) (repeat)

Berbatov

Dimitar, Berbatov,
One look at City and he said fuck off

Javier Hernandez

When I find myself in times of trouble,
Chicharito scores for me,
Javier Hernandez,
Little Pea

Ryan Giggs v1

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing
Fear by the blues
Loved by the reds,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs

Ryan Giggs v2

Giggs, Giggs will tear you apart again

Ryan Giggs v3

Giggs, Giggs will shag you apart again

Nemanja Vidic

Nemanja, woah-oh
Nemanja, woah-oh
He comes from Serbia,
He’ll fucking murder ya

John O’Shea

When Jonny goes marching down the wing (O’Shea, O’Shea)
When Jonny goes marching down the wing (O’Shea, O’Shea)
When Jonny goes marching down the wing the Stretford End will stand and sing,
We all know that Jonny’s gonna score

Wes Brown

He’s big, he’s bad, he’s Wesley Brown,
The hardest man in all of down,
With orange hair beware,
Come and have a go if you dare

Cantona v1

Who’s that friend we have in Jesus,
He’s our saviour from afar,
Who’s that friend we have in Jesus,
And his name is Cantona,
Oooh ahhh Cantona,
Oooh ahhh Cantona,
Oooh ahhh, oooh ahhh, oooh ahhh Cantona,
Oooh ahhh Cantona

Cantona v2

We’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

Viva Ronaldo

Viva Ronaldo, viva Ronaldo,
Running down the wing,
Hear United sing,
Viva Ronaldo

Jaap Stam

Yip Jaap Stam is a big Dutch man,
Get past him if you fucking can,
Try a little trick and he’ll make you look a dick,
Yip Jaap, Jaap Stam

Adnan Januzaj
I want to tell you,
I might as well do,
about a boy who can do anything.
He comes from Belgium, his name is Adnan,
Januzaj, Januzaj, Januzaj.

Radamel Falcao
Lo lo lo lo….Radamel Falcao….

Juan Mata #1
Juan Mata woah,
Juan Mata woah,
He made the rent boys cry,
To play with Januzaj

Juan Mata #2
Who’s the greatest player in the Premier League,
It’s you Juan Juan Juan, it’s you Juan Juan,
Who’s the greatest player in the Premier League,
It’s you Juan Juan Juan, it’s you Juan Juan,
Woahhh Juan Mata, woahhh Juan Mata, woahhh Juan Mata,
It’s you Juan Juan Juan, it’s you Juan Juan

Ruud van Nistelrooy
Ruud van Nistelrooy tra la la la la,
Ruud van Nistelrooy traaaaa la la la la la

Shinji Kagawa

All we need is Shinji Kagawa,
(Clap) (Clap),
All we need is Shinji Kagawa,
(Clap) (Clap)

Kicking a blue
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

Michael Carrick
Oh, oh, oh,
it’s Carrick you know,
it’s hard to believe it’s not Scholes

Robin van Persie
Oh Robin van Persie!
Oh Robin van Persie!

We do what we want!
We do what we want,
We do what we waaaa-ant,
We’re Man United,
We do what we want!

Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Zlatan Ibrahimovic,
He is a Swedish hero,
On a free from PSG,
He cost us f***ing zero,
6 foot 5; hard as f**k,
He gets the Reds excited,
Stick your City up your a**e,
‘Cos we are Man United!

30 Comments on Chants

  1. Does anyone remember this.
    I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.
    They fly so high, nearly reach the sky.
    Then like West Ham they fade and die.
    Tottenham’s always running, Chelsea’s running too.
    We’re the Stretford Enders running after you!
    United, Unites……

  2. Please if you don’t know the proper words do not post it’s embarrassing. Don’t guess the words just go to a match.

  3. I seem to remember a long song back in the seventies about the ECF which included the lines:

    Amsterdam in September the stretford did cry
    Some went by boat and the others did fly
    As the team entered the stadium on that famous night
    They were greeted by thousands in the red and the white

    One of our lads knew the whole song, anybody else remember this’

  4. Dirty old town by the pouges and the Dubliner is a love song about Salford. I think it would be a great anthem…slightly tweet the words it word be a great anthem

  5. O flowers of Manchester,
    When will we see your likes again,
    Who fought and died for,
    The team we follow today,
    He took on Europe (BUSBY),
    And all of there armies,
    And sent them homeward,
    To think again….

  6. Don’t understand why after 26yrs and 38 trophies we don’t have a song we are singing to fergie EVERY week. It’s like we’ve forgotten the lot yet we are a club built on history. Songwriters – sort it out. “fergies right the refs are shite” don’t cut it. We need a song our grandkids will be singing about the great man. He’s the greatest football manager the world has ever seen

  7. We are Man U, We are Man U, we fight off the pitch, we fight of the pitch, if you come to Old Trafford we will turn that smile upside down!!

  8. Rojo Rojo Rojo
    The Hummels deal was a no go
    So we spent a few quid on an Argentine kid
    and his name was Marcos Rojo

  9. Eric Bailly chant (i think these are all of the words)

    You to me mean everything
    The finest Eric since the king

    Oh Baillyyy
    Oh Bailyyy

    He joined the reds like Cantana
    He’s gonna be a superstar

    Oh Baillyyy
    Oh Baillyy

  10. What’s sad is that NO ONE sings any more at Old Trafford like they used! The away supporters are more active and much louder than the home supporters!
    I guess the “prawn sandwich eaters” have returned.
    Where is Roy Keane when you need him…….. in more ways than one.
    #onlyoneKeano

  11. Rojo, row your boat
    Gently down the stream
    Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
    United is but a dream

  12. Here’s one for Pogba…… “OH… Paul Pogba with his crazy looking hair, he can pass it over here, he can pass it over there, but when his got the ball, try an take it if you dare. Oh we love, Paul Pogba!!! “

  13. Paul Pogba song!

    His second name is
    Pogba, Pogba, Pogba
    He’s twice as good as
    Drogba, Drogba, Drogba
    He signed for Man
    United, United, United
    The reds all get
    Excited, excited, excited
    Whoa-oa, oohhh (repeat)

  14. You forgot about Eric bailly
    He’s big, he’s black, he plays at the back, if you try to get past him you’ll look like a twat, he’s our number 3, his name is Eric bailly

  15. We are supporters of united. Matt busby is the king. Tommy Taylor is our scorer Johnny berry is the wizard on the wing. . Roger Byrne is our captain Billy whelan is our inside right. After all we are the champions. We are the boys in red and white. 1957 song.

  16. Romelu, get in the box and you’re bound to score.
    Romelu, the reds will adore you forevermore.

    Romelu, wouldn’t win cups if you’d stayed a blue.
    Romelu, your time for a medal is overdue.
    Whooaaa Whoooaa Whoooaaaaaa Romelu, make Eric & Zlatan be proud of you

    (abba – waterloo)

  17. They often have a bushy black Moustache, Moustache,
    They’re mums go out and sell themselves, for cash, for cash,

    They’ll take your watch and they’ll take your shoes
    They’re even worse than the fuckin blues
    They’re Scouse Bastards,
    Knuckle dragging scum!

    da da da da da da da da, da da, da da
    da da da da da da da da, da da, da da …
    ………

    They’re Scouse bastards,
    knuckle dragging scum!

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