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Wise, wise, whatever have you done, You've put Leeds in Division 1, You wont win a cup, You wont win a shield, Your biggest game will be Huddersfield
O'shea is fucking magic
He wears a magic hat
And when he saw the rebound
He said i fancy that!
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory.
Eight men will never play again, who met disaster there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester.
Matt Busby's boys were flying, 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
England's finest football team it's record truly great,
It's proud success mocked by this cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again who met disaster there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester.
RIP The Babes. ..NEVER FORGET.
your a scouser
an ugly scouser
youronly happy
on giro day
your mums a thieving
dads drug dealing
please don' take my hubcaps away
uniteds 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 uniteds banner high
beneath it's shade we'll live and die
so keep the faith and never fear
we'll keep the red flag flyin' here
we'll never die
we'll never die
we'll kep the red flag flyin' high
'cos united never die
You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat,
In your Liverpool slums,
You shit on the carpet, you piss in the bath,
You finger your grandma, and think its a laugh,
In your Liverpool slums,
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick,
You can't get a job 'cos you're too fucking thick,
In your Liverpool slums,
You used to sing Munich but not anymore
since 96 scousers lay dead on the floor
in your liverpool slums