City! We're from Manchester! City! We're from Manchester!
(to the tune of Pet Shop Boys 'Go West')
He's only a poor little scouser (cockney, brummie etc)
His face is all tattered and torn.
He made me feel sick
So I hit him with a brick
And now he don't sing anymore!
We're on the march with (insert managers name) army,
We're all going to Wembley,
And we'll really shake em up
When we win the FA Cup
Coz City are the greatest football team!