wearethesouthstand
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in 1963 when we fell to division two
the stretford end cried aloud
it's the end for you, sky blue
joe mercer came, we played the game
we went to rotherham (and won)
we won one nil and we were back into division one (since then)
we've won the league, we've won the cup
we've been to europe too (and won)
and when we win the league again
we'll sing this song to you... CITY CITY CITY
My father said to me one day
Is it red or blue for you ?
And if it's red you're out that door
And I won't see you no more
And then one saturday afternoon
He took me to Moss Side
He said my son
Your time has come
And this is a lesson in pride
You... see the scum
You never run
You stand and fight your ground
And when we've won on derby day
You're sure to hear this sound...
Hark now hear the City sing
United ran away
And we will fight forever more
Because of derby day
i'm dreaming of a blue wembley,
just like the ones i used to know
they'll be blue flags flying
and scousers crying
to see, city win the cup
WIN THE CUP !
GET PISSED UP !
GET LOCKED UP !
WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK !
On top of all England
Now stand the sky blues,
Who we will follow
Win or lose
'Cos we are the kippax
And when we cheer
It sounds like music
In Joe Mercer's ears
So come on and join us
We're here to stay
Come on with the sky blues
As we all say...
We've got an M and A and N
And C and I T Y
We've got the greatest football team
That money couldn't buy
We come from Maine Road Manchester
And City is our name
CITY IS OUR NAME
Oh me lads
You should have seen them coming
Fastest team in the league
Should have seen them running
All the lads and lasses
Smiles upon their faces
Walking down the Maine Rd
To see Joe Mercer's aces
Istanbul, istanbul we are coming
Istanbul, istanbul i pray
Istanbul, istanbul we are coming
We are coming on holiday
As I was walking down the claremont road
Without a penny in the kitty
When a man said to me
Are you coming to see, the famous Manchester City ?
So he walked me down to Maine Road
To see Man City play
And the crowd all roared
When Colin Bell scored
We're the famous Manchester City
Oh we hate United and we hate their shirts
All their supporters should be wearing skirts
If they brought back hanging
They'd be the first
We hate Man United
Oh we all hate Liverpool and Everton
Throw them all in the mersey
And we'll fight fight fight
With all our might
For the boys in the sky blue jerseys
If you're drunk you will die
If you're sober you will die
So it's better to be drunk
Than be sober when you die
Just like the fans of the invisible man
We're not really here !
We are not... we're not really here
We are not... we're not really here
Just like the fans of the invisible man
We're not really here !
We're on the march with Abu Dhabi
We're buying everyone we see
And we really shake them up
When we're winning all the cups
'Cos City are the greatest football team
Sven , sven whoever you may be
You are the pride of Man City
You can shag my wife on our settee
If you win us a cup at Wembley
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all,
Bert Trautmann, Dave Ewing and Paul,
Bless Roy Little who blocks out the wing
Bless Jack Dyson the penalty king
And with Leivers and Spurdle so tall
And Johnstone the prince of them all
So come on you light blues
It's always the right blue
So come on you blues
Bless 'em all
Pardoe, pardoe, it's off to Mexico
With Bell and Lee and Summerbee
Pardoe, pardoe, pardoe, pardoe, pardoe
it's off to Mexico...
With Bell and Lee and Summerbee...
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays in blue and white
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays both left and right
Oh Adam Johnson, makes your full back look shite
(family version)
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays in blue and white
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays both left and right
Oh Adam Johnson, makes your full back look shite
Na na na na, hey hey hey, Carlos Tevez
Na na na na, hey hey hey, Carlos Tevez
Na na na na, hey hey hey, Carlos Tevez
if you're standing on a corner
With a red scarf round your neck
City boys will come and get you
And we'll break your fucking neck
Na na na na, na na na na ...
On away days my girlfriend said
Stay in bed and I'll give you head
I'm sorry love, I must refuse
I'm off to watch the mighty blues...
34 years and we're still here
34 years and we're still here
34 years and we're still here
34 years and we're still here
Signed him up from Swindon Town
Sha-la-la Summerbee
Little did they know he was England bound
Sha-la Summerbee
Sha-la-la-la Summerbee
Who the fucking hell is he ?
The greatest centre forward in history
United 1 and City 3
Georgie Best has got VD
Sha-la-la-la Summerbee
ohhhhhh....Franny, franny
He'd walk a million miles
to kick Nobby Stiles
ohhhhhh... Franny
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Liverpool too
We hate Man United
But City we love you...
We all follow the City, over land and sea
And Stretford
We all follow the City, onto victory
Altogether now...
If I die on the Kippax Street, woh-oh, woh-oh
If I die on the Kippax Street, woh-oh, woh-oh
If I die on the Kippax Street
There'll be 10 red bastards at my feet, woh-oh, woh-oh, woh-oh
We're having a party when Fergie dies
We're having a party when Fergie dies
Jelly and ice cream when Fergie dies
Jelly and ice cream when Fergie dies
Bouncy Castle when Fergie dies
Bouncy Castle when Fergie dies
U-N-I-T-E-D
That spells fucking debt to me
With a nick nack paddy whack
Give the dog a bone
Ocean Finance on the phone !
We're City, we're barmy, we're off our fucking heads
We're City, we're barmy, we're off our fucking heads
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
If you're feeling sad and lonely
Then your heart may skip a beat
You'll get your fucking heads kicked in
If you walk down the Kippax Street
If you come into The Parkside
You'll hear our famous roar
Fuck off you United bastards
We're the Joey Mercer boys
We're the boys from The Kippax
We're loyal and we're true
And when we play United
We're ready for "the do"
We'll fight for no surrender
We'll fight until we drop
We'll fight fight fight for Man City
Till we reach the fucking top
We don't carry razors
We don't carry lead
We only carry hatchets
To bury in your head
We are all supporters
Fanatics everyone,
We hate Man united
And Leeds and Everton
Build a bonfire
Build a bonfire
It's United's favourite song
Which we knew one just as scary
Where the fuck did we go wrong ?
Build an empire
Build an empire
Put the City on the top
Put the Arabs in the middle
And we'll buy the fucking lot
The City is ours
The City is ours
Fuck off back to Norwich
And take your shit scarves
Oh I've never felt more like singing the blues
City win United lose
Oh City... You got me singing the blues
Niall Quinn's disco pants are the best
They come up from his arse to his chest
They are better than Adam and the Ants
Niall Quinn's disco pants
We all agree... Manchester City are magic
We all agree... Manchester city are magic
City boys we are here, woh-oh , woh-oh
City boys we are here, woh-oh, woh-oh
City boys we are here
Shag your women and drink your beer
Woh-oh, woh-oh, woh-oh
Hello ,hello, we are the City boys
Hello, hello, we are the City boys
And if you are a United fan
Surrender or you'll die
We all follow the City
Oh Man City ,the only football team to come from Manchester
Oh Man City, the only football team to come from Manchester
Oh Man City, the only english team to win the championship
Oh Man City, the only english team to win the championship
I'm City till I die
I'm City till I die
I know I am
I'm sure I am
I'm City till I die
Oh Manchester , is wonderful
Oh Manchester is won-der-ful
It's full of tits, fanny and City
Oh Manchester is wonderful
We fought in France
We fought in Spain
We fought in the sun
We fought in the rain
We've taken kops
We've taken sheds
But what we like best
Is kicking in reds
We are City super City
From Maine Road
We are City super City
We are City
From Maine Road
Blue Moon , you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
City, Manchester City
We are the lads who are playing to win
City... the boys in blue never give in
Football is the thing that we all live for
Saturday;s the day we play the game
Everybody has to pull together
And together we'll remain
Even if we're playing down at Maine Road
Or if we play a million miles away
They'll always be our loyal fans behind us
To cheer us on our way
City... Manchester City
We are the boys who are playing to win
City... The boys in blue never give in
Blue is forever, the best team in the land
Playing together, together we will stand
City... blue and white they go together
We will carry on for ever more...
Maybe in another generation
When other lads have come to take our place
They'll carry on the glory of the City
Keeping City in first place
City...Manchester City
We are the lads who are playing to win
City... The boys in blue never give in
The boys in blue never give in
The boys in blue never give in
we were born in gorton and moved to moss side
and then our fame spread far and wide
and everybody wears a sky blue shirt
from old age men with hair like snow
to 5 year olds who beg to go
stood side by side to watch their team with pride
when they ask who you support, you tell 'em and they don't know why
doesn't matter if you've won or lost just as long as they tried
no manyoo or arsenal for me
it's bell , lee , summerbee
i'll be a kippax kid until the day i die
we'll drink a drink a drink
to colin the king the king the king
he's the leader of man city
he's the greatest inside forward
that the world has ever seen
city... we're on the piss again
city... we're on the piss again
city... we're on the piss again
one banana
two banana
three banana
four..
bertie mee said to don revie
have you heard of the north bank highbury
don said no, i don't think so
but i've heard of the north stand maine road
if i had the wings of a sparrow
if i had the arse of a crow
i'd fly over old trafford tomorrow
and shit on the bastards below
shit on...
shit on...
shit on the bastards below below
we will never be mastered by any red bastard
come on you blues kick 'em all
kick 'em all, kick 'em all
come on you blues kick 'em all
if you see any red shit
then fucking well boot it
come on you blues kick 'em all
uwe, uwe rosler...
uwe, uwe rosler...
uwe, uwe rosler...
uwe, uwe rosler...
we are the mancs
we are the mancs
we are
we are
we are the mancs
they say that old traffords this wonderful place
the team that plays there is a fucking disgrace
with half backs and full backs and forwards too
with hands down their shorts
'cos they've fuck all to do
the stretford end sing and the stretford end shout
those songs that they sing
they know fuck all about
and we all agree where united should be
shovelling shit on the isle of capri...
of capri, of capri,
shovelling shit on the isle of capri...
a wanker and his brother
make love to one another
they'd love to shag their mother
the neville family
der-der-der-der
feed the goat
feed the goat
feed the goat and he will score
feed the goat and he will score
so come on feed the goat
come on feed the goat
he wants more more more
he wants more more more
so come on feed the goat
come on feed the goat
he scores goals goals goals
he scores goals goals goals
five foot eight, tackles late
asa hartford's fucking late
tony, tony coleman - ooh ooh
tony, tony coleman - ooh ooh
M I
M I C
M I C K - MICK DOYLE
Let's all do a Poznan
Let's all do a Poznan
na-na-na-na
There's only one United...
And that's a chocolate biscuit
If you hate Man Utd clap your hands
If you hate Man Utd clap your hands
If you hate Man Utd
Hate Man Utd
Hate Man Utd clap your hands
Hate Man United we only hate Man United
Hate Man United we only hate Man United
Wayne Rooney superstar
How many whores has he fucked so far
Georgie Best superstar
Walks like a woman and he wears a bra
Could you go another stella Georgie Best
Could you go another stella Georgie Best
Could you go another stella
You're going fucking yellow
Go another stella Georgie Best
the stretford end cried aloud
it's the end for you, sky blue
joe mercer came, we played the game
we went to rotherham (and won)
we won one nil and we were back into division one (since then)
we've won the league, we've won the cup
we've been to europe too (and won)
and when we win the league again
we'll sing this song to you... CITY CITY CITY
My father said to me one day
Is it red or blue for you ?
And if it's red you're out that door
And I won't see you no more
And then one saturday afternoon
He took me to Moss Side
He said my son
Your time has come
And this is a lesson in pride
You... see the scum
You never run
You stand and fight your ground
And when we've won on derby day
You're sure to hear this sound...
Hark now hear the City sing
United ran away
And we will fight forever more
Because of derby day
i'm dreaming of a blue wembley,
just like the ones i used to know
they'll be blue flags flying
and scousers crying
to see, city win the cup
WIN THE CUP !
GET PISSED UP !
GET LOCKED UP !
WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK !
On top of all England
Now stand the sky blues,
Who we will follow
Win or lose
'Cos we are the kippax
And when we cheer
It sounds like music
In Joe Mercer's ears
So come on and join us
We're here to stay
Come on with the sky blues
As we all say...
We've got an M and A and N
And C and I T Y
We've got the greatest football team
That money couldn't buy
We come from Maine Road Manchester
And City is our name
CITY IS OUR NAME
Oh me lads
You should have seen them coming
Fastest team in the league
Should have seen them running
All the lads and lasses
Smiles upon their faces
Walking down the Maine Rd
To see Joe Mercer's aces
Istanbul, istanbul we are coming
Istanbul, istanbul i pray
Istanbul, istanbul we are coming
We are coming on holiday
As I was walking down the claremont road
Without a penny in the kitty
When a man said to me
Are you coming to see, the famous Manchester City ?
So he walked me down to Maine Road
To see Man City play
And the crowd all roared
When Colin Bell scored
We're the famous Manchester City
Oh we hate United and we hate their shirts
All their supporters should be wearing skirts
If they brought back hanging
They'd be the first
We hate Man United
Oh we all hate Liverpool and Everton
Throw them all in the mersey
And we'll fight fight fight
With all our might
For the boys in the sky blue jerseys
If you're drunk you will die
If you're sober you will die
So it's better to be drunk
Than be sober when you die
Just like the fans of the invisible man
We're not really here !
We are not... we're not really here
We are not... we're not really here
Just like the fans of the invisible man
We're not really here !
We're on the march with Abu Dhabi
We're buying everyone we see
And we really shake them up
When we're winning all the cups
'Cos City are the greatest football team
Sven , sven whoever you may be
You are the pride of Man City
You can shag my wife on our settee
If you win us a cup at Wembley
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all,
Bert Trautmann, Dave Ewing and Paul,
Bless Roy Little who blocks out the wing
Bless Jack Dyson the penalty king
And with Leivers and Spurdle so tall
And Johnstone the prince of them all
So come on you light blues
It's always the right blue
So come on you blues
Bless 'em all
Pardoe, pardoe, it's off to Mexico
With Bell and Lee and Summerbee
Pardoe, pardoe, pardoe, pardoe, pardoe
it's off to Mexico...
With Bell and Lee and Summerbee...
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays in blue and white
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays both left and right
Oh Adam Johnson, makes your full back look shite
(family version)
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays in blue and white
Oh Adam Johnson, he plays both left and right
Oh Adam Johnson, makes your full back look shite
Na na na na, hey hey hey, Carlos Tevez
Na na na na, hey hey hey, Carlos Tevez
Na na na na, hey hey hey, Carlos Tevez
if you're standing on a corner
With a red scarf round your neck
City boys will come and get you
And we'll break your fucking neck
Na na na na, na na na na ...
On away days my girlfriend said
Stay in bed and I'll give you head
I'm sorry love, I must refuse
I'm off to watch the mighty blues...
34 years and we're still here
34 years and we're still here
34 years and we're still here
34 years and we're still here
Signed him up from Swindon Town
Sha-la-la Summerbee
Little did they know he was England bound
Sha-la Summerbee
Sha-la-la-la Summerbee
Who the fucking hell is he ?
The greatest centre forward in history
United 1 and City 3
Georgie Best has got VD
Sha-la-la-la Summerbee
ohhhhhh....Franny, franny
He'd walk a million miles
to kick Nobby Stiles
ohhhhhh... Franny
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Liverpool too
We hate Man United
But City we love you...
We all follow the City, over land and sea
And Stretford
We all follow the City, onto victory
Altogether now...
If I die on the Kippax Street, woh-oh, woh-oh
If I die on the Kippax Street, woh-oh, woh-oh
If I die on the Kippax Street
There'll be 10 red bastards at my feet, woh-oh, woh-oh, woh-oh
We're having a party when Fergie dies
We're having a party when Fergie dies
Jelly and ice cream when Fergie dies
Jelly and ice cream when Fergie dies
Bouncy Castle when Fergie dies
Bouncy Castle when Fergie dies
U-N-I-T-E-D
That spells fucking debt to me
With a nick nack paddy whack
Give the dog a bone
Ocean Finance on the phone !
We're City, we're barmy, we're off our fucking heads
We're City, we're barmy, we're off our fucking heads
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Who bombed Old Trafford ?
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
Uwe, uwe's grandad did
If you're feeling sad and lonely
Then your heart may skip a beat
You'll get your fucking heads kicked in
If you walk down the Kippax Street
If you come into The Parkside
You'll hear our famous roar
Fuck off you United bastards
We're the Joey Mercer boys
We're the boys from The Kippax
We're loyal and we're true
And when we play United
We're ready for "the do"
We'll fight for no surrender
We'll fight until we drop
We'll fight fight fight for Man City
Till we reach the fucking top
We don't carry razors
We don't carry lead
We only carry hatchets
To bury in your head
We are all supporters
Fanatics everyone,
We hate Man united
And Leeds and Everton
Build a bonfire
Build a bonfire
It's United's favourite song
Which we knew one just as scary
Where the fuck did we go wrong ?
Build an empire
Build an empire
Put the City on the top
Put the Arabs in the middle
And we'll buy the fucking lot
The City is ours
The City is ours
Fuck off back to Norwich
And take your shit scarves
Oh I've never felt more like singing the blues
City win United lose
Oh City... You got me singing the blues
Niall Quinn's disco pants are the best
They come up from his arse to his chest
They are better than Adam and the Ants
Niall Quinn's disco pants
We all agree... Manchester City are magic
We all agree... Manchester city are magic
City boys we are here, woh-oh , woh-oh
City boys we are here, woh-oh, woh-oh
City boys we are here
Shag your women and drink your beer
Woh-oh, woh-oh, woh-oh
Hello ,hello, we are the City boys
Hello, hello, we are the City boys
And if you are a United fan
Surrender or you'll die
We all follow the City
Oh Man City ,the only football team to come from Manchester
Oh Man City, the only football team to come from Manchester
Oh Man City, the only english team to win the championship
Oh Man City, the only english team to win the championship
I'm City till I die
I'm City till I die
I know I am
I'm sure I am
I'm City till I die
Oh Manchester , is wonderful
Oh Manchester is won-der-ful
It's full of tits, fanny and City
Oh Manchester is wonderful
We fought in France
We fought in Spain
We fought in the sun
We fought in the rain
We've taken kops
We've taken sheds
But what we like best
Is kicking in reds
We are City super City
From Maine Road
We are City super City
We are City
From Maine Road
Blue Moon , you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
City, Manchester City
We are the lads who are playing to win
City... the boys in blue never give in
Football is the thing that we all live for
Saturday;s the day we play the game
Everybody has to pull together
And together we'll remain
Even if we're playing down at Maine Road
Or if we play a million miles away
They'll always be our loyal fans behind us
To cheer us on our way
City... Manchester City
We are the boys who are playing to win
City... The boys in blue never give in
Blue is forever, the best team in the land
Playing together, together we will stand
City... blue and white they go together
We will carry on for ever more...
Maybe in another generation
When other lads have come to take our place
They'll carry on the glory of the City
Keeping City in first place
City...Manchester City
We are the lads who are playing to win
City... The boys in blue never give in
The boys in blue never give in
The boys in blue never give in
we were born in gorton and moved to moss side
and then our fame spread far and wide
and everybody wears a sky blue shirt
from old age men with hair like snow
to 5 year olds who beg to go
stood side by side to watch their team with pride
when they ask who you support, you tell 'em and they don't know why
doesn't matter if you've won or lost just as long as they tried
no manyoo or arsenal for me
it's bell , lee , summerbee
i'll be a kippax kid until the day i die
we'll drink a drink a drink
to colin the king the king the king
he's the leader of man city
he's the greatest inside forward
that the world has ever seen
city... we're on the piss again
city... we're on the piss again
city... we're on the piss again
one banana
two banana
three banana
four..
bertie mee said to don revie
have you heard of the north bank highbury
don said no, i don't think so
but i've heard of the north stand maine road
if i had the wings of a sparrow
if i had the arse of a crow
i'd fly over old trafford tomorrow
and shit on the bastards below
shit on...
shit on...
shit on the bastards below below
we will never be mastered by any red bastard
come on you blues kick 'em all
kick 'em all, kick 'em all
come on you blues kick 'em all
if you see any red shit
then fucking well boot it
come on you blues kick 'em all
uwe, uwe rosler...
uwe, uwe rosler...
uwe, uwe rosler...
uwe, uwe rosler...
we are the mancs
we are the mancs
we are
we are
we are the mancs
they say that old traffords this wonderful place
the team that plays there is a fucking disgrace
with half backs and full backs and forwards too
with hands down their shorts
'cos they've fuck all to do
the stretford end sing and the stretford end shout
those songs that they sing
they know fuck all about
and we all agree where united should be
shovelling shit on the isle of capri...
of capri, of capri,
shovelling shit on the isle of capri...
a wanker and his brother
make love to one another
they'd love to shag their mother
the neville family
der-der-der-der
feed the goat
feed the goat
feed the goat and he will score
feed the goat and he will score
so come on feed the goat
come on feed the goat
he wants more more more
he wants more more more
so come on feed the goat
come on feed the goat
he scores goals goals goals
he scores goals goals goals
five foot eight, tackles late
asa hartford's fucking late
tony, tony coleman - ooh ooh
tony, tony coleman - ooh ooh
M I
M I C
M I C K - MICK DOYLE
Let's all do a Poznan
Let's all do a Poznan
na-na-na-na
There's only one United...
And that's a chocolate biscuit
If you hate Man Utd clap your hands
If you hate Man Utd clap your hands
If you hate Man Utd
Hate Man Utd
Hate Man Utd clap your hands
Hate Man United we only hate Man United
Hate Man United we only hate Man United
Wayne Rooney superstar
How many whores has he fucked so far
Georgie Best superstar
Walks like a woman and he wears a bra
Could you go another stella Georgie Best
Could you go another stella Georgie Best
Could you go another stella
You're going fucking yellow
Go another stella Georgie Best