Would never hear this being sung to Karma Chameleon at a footy match, but sums up my feelings towards the cheat-mongers.
You said we'd never do it whilst you're alive
Rooney marked the ref and Young tried to dive (a 9.5)
But the game was up when Sergio scored
Malaysia cried but how Manchester roared
Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma's a woman
You filthy rags, you filthy rags
Livin' ain't easy when even cheatin' fails
So crawl off and die, crawl off and die
Or how about:
Man City, we scored one
Mario's sidefoot's how it began
With a nick nack paddy whack give a dog a bone
10,000 rags f*cked off home
Man City, we scored two
Balotelli f*cking rules
With a nick nack paddy whack give a dog a bone
20,000 rags f*cked off home
Man City, we scored three
This is f*cking easy
With a nick nack paddy whack give a dog a bone
30,000 rags f*cked off home
Man City, we scored four
De Gea still waiting for an offside call
With a nick nack paddy whack give a dog a bone
40,000 rags f*cked off home
Man City, we scored five
David Silva is sublime
With a nick nack paddy whack give a dog a bone
50,000 rags f*cked off home
Man City, we scored six
United are f*cking sh*t
With a nick nack paddy whack give a dog a bone
60,000 rags f*cked off home
Or simply:
When he goes in to slide
And he leaves a brown stripe
It's Fletcher
When he man marks you tight
And you can smell sh*te
It's Fletcher