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| Glory Glory Man United 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 As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On! (3x) |
 When you walk through a storm Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm, There's a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown... Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone... You'll never walk alone. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone... You'll never walk alone.  |
| I'll tell you a story of a poor boy Who was sent far away from his home To fight for his king and his country And also the old folks back home So they put him in the Highland division Sent him off to a far foreign land Where the flies swarm around in their thousands And there's nothing to see but the sand Well the battle started next morning Under the Arabian sun I remember the poor Scouser Tommy Who was shot by an old Nazi gun As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying) With the blood rushing out of his head (of his head) As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying) These were the last words he said... Oh... I am a Liverpudlian I come from the Spion Kop I like to sing, I like to shout I go there quite a lot (every week) We are the team who plays in red A team that we all know A team that we call Liverpool And to glory we will go We've won the League We've won the Cup We've been to Europe too We played the Toffes for a laugh And we left them feeling blue Five Nil ! One two One two three One two three four Five nil ! Rush scored one Rush scored two Rush scored three And Rush scored four! |