Lite er morsommere enn å havne med supportere som synger på stadion, for da er det bare å synge med. Legger ved noen sanger her, men vet jo at det finnes så mange, mange flere. Spesielt sanger & kamprop til spillere som ikke er i klubben mer. Personlig favoritt er sangen til O'Shea. Elsker når den blir dratt i gang.
Søk sangene opp på Youtube og syng med.
Ole’s at the wheel
Tell me how good does it feel
We’ve got Sanchez, Paul Pogba and Fred
Marcus Rashford’s a Manc born and bred
Du du du du du du du du du
Greatest of English football
We’ve won it all
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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
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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
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You are my Solskjaer
My Ole Solskjaer
You make me happy
When skies are grey
Oh Alan Shearer
Was f*cking dearer
So please don't take
My Solskjaer away
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U-N-I-T-E-D
United are the team for me
With a knick-knack paddy-whack
Give a dog a bone
Why don't City f*** off home
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Twenty times, twenty times, Man United
Twenty times, twenty times, I say
Twenty times, twenty times, Man United
Playing football the Matt Busby way
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Take me home, United Road
To the place, I belong
To Old Trafford, to see United
Take me home, United Road
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Manchester, Manchester United
A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes
They deserve to be knighted
When they're playing in your town
Get yourself to that football ground
Take a lesson, you will see
Football taught by Matt Busby
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Oh, me lads
You should've seen us coming
Fastest team in the league
Just to see us running
All me lads and lasses
With smiles upon their faces
Walking down the Warwick Road
To see Matt Busby's aces
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It's hard to believe it's not Scholes
It's Carrick, you know
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What a friend we have in Jesus
He's our saviour from afar
What a friend we have in Jesus
And his name is Cantona
Ooh aah, Cantona
Ooh aah, Cantona
Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh aah, Cantona
Ooh aah, Cantona
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I'm going on up to the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
And when I die and they lay me to rest
I'm gonna go on the p*** with Georgie Best
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Tony Martial came from France
The English press said he had no chance
Fifty million down the drain
Tony Martial scores again
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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
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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
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The city is yours,
the city is yours….
20000 empty seats,
are you fucking sure!?
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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
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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
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Smalling, Smalling, Smalling,
Chris Smalling of MUFC,
He’s big and he’s black,
And he plays at the back,
Chris Smalling of MUFC
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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
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Nemanja, woah-oh
Nemanja, woah-oh
He comes from Serbia,
He’ll fucking murder ya
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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
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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
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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
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Viva Ronaldo, viva Ronaldo,
Running down the wing,
Hear United sing,
Viva Ronaldo
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We do what we want,
We do what we waaaa-ant,
We’re Man United,
We do what we want!
