In your Manchester scrubs,
You speak with accent that know one can stand,
You're ugly fat b*stards with sh*t on yer hands,
In your manchester scrubs.
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
Id fly over man U tomorrow,
And sh*t on the b*stards below.
We don't carry bottles,
We don't carry lead,
We only carry hatchets,
To bury in your head,
We are the supporters,
Fanatics every one,
We all hate Man City,
And Leeds and Everton,
We are the kings of Europe,
The pride of Merseyside,
We'll fight for no surrender,
We'll fight for Shankly's pride,
We hate Tottenham Hotspur,
We hate Chelsea too,
But most of all we hate the sh*te,
Who play in royal blue.