Songs we no longer sing.

[Cellarite]

Gaaaaary Neville and his brother,
They look like one another,
They both have shagged their mother,
The Neville family.

 

[Cellarite]

Should definitely resurrect many of these with new lyrics. Would have a right party at most away games

Too right.

Big nose Zlat, Big nose Zlat,
Is it true what people say?
You are a twat.
Oh whoa whoa.

 

[crazyg]

That's got to be one of my least favourite chants. It just reminds me of United in the 90s, nobody ever sang it before them then. Stupid bastards mispronouncing the Spanish Campiones.

Much prefer "We are the Champions, Champions of England"

I wish "Champ-fucking-onies" was consigned to the dustbin-ionies for the rest of time!

Champiniones (don't know the correct Spanish spelling) is the same as the French champignons, and means mushrooms! So champiniones au lait (I know it's ole) means mushrooms with milk. Strange chant, really.

 

[Blue Feather]

We'd like to teach the world to play
A football harmony
With Bacary (or Gael Clichy!)and KDB
And Vincent KOMPANY

 

[Blue Feather]

Oooh Guardiola, He's not Spanish, he's Catalan
He could have stayed at Bayern or he could be in Milan
But Pep has chosen City cos he doesn't need a tan

 

[crazyg]

What about at half (and full) time when the police came out, and there was a spontaneous whistling of the Laurel and Hardy theme tune?

 

[mrtwiceaseason]

Oooh Guardiola, He's not Spanish, he's Catalan
He could have stayed at Bayern or he could be in Milan
But Pep has chosen City cos he doesn't need a tan

That could work you know ,to the oh ballotelli tune.
Maybe change last line too
Pep has chosen city coz he fuckin hates zlatan ?

 

[mat]

We've got Pep at City
We've got Pep at City
We got Pep at city
And we've won won won
What the fucks gone wrong?

Whooah Whooah woe....

(You've lost that lovin' feeling)

 

[sarste]

Stanley, Stanley, where's your wife?

(to Stan Bowles whose missus had dumped him after too many birds, booze and bookies adventures).

Followed by...

She's here, she's there, she's every fookin where Stanley's wife.

Remember this when he turned to the kippax with his palmed hands up saying no idea

Stanley, Stanley, where's your wife?

(to Stan Bowles whose missus had dumped him after too many birds, booze and bookies adventures).

Followed by...

She's here, she's there, she's every fookin where Stanley's wife.

 

[sarste]

After the semis singing you can stick you fkin quad up your arse, Thankfully we will never have to sing that again.
Or Bring on the youth team