Fairytale of Manchester
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the Trafford Centre
An old drunk said to me, Owen for England
And then he sang a song
Something about 34 years
I turned my face away
And dreamed about my Blues
Got an Argentinian forward
Cost 30 million for one
But I've got a feeling
Next year's gonna be Blue
So happy Christmas
I love you City
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
We've got Adebayor
We've got Robinho
But we'll still make it nerve-wrecking
For young and for old
When you took over my club
And we saw Frankie leave
You promised me
Success was waiting for me
We're loyal
We're witty
We're Manchester City
When Superman scored
We howled out for more
Sinatra was leaving,
Generations were pleading
Please scored from a corner
And we'll dance through the night
The boys of the MCFC choir
Were singing "Blue Moon"
And destiny was calling out
For Man City
Well there's bitter
Or lager
But both taste of soap
And the new Balti Pies almost cause World War Three
Yet next year will be better
Thanks to Dave's letter
Oh, and Happy Christmas the arse
Can we play you again?
I could have been a glory hunter
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
In Division Two
I kept them with me Blues
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
Merry Christmas Blues :)
