We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a team that's going to win the FA Cup (Again)
We shall not be moved
T I T S, tits out for the lads
I said,
T I T S, tits out for the lads
Who's that lying on the platform
Who's that stamping on his head
It's Tommy Doc the red, with a Blue upon his head
Cause he can't see Mary Brown again
And its Manchester City
Manchester City F C
Their by far the greatest team, the world has ever seen
New Version to avoid offence to liverpool
I'm dreaming of a Blue Wembley
Just like the one's I use to know
They'll be Blue flags flying, and Scousers CRYING
To see, City win the cup.
In the 70s & 80s City use to sing, You'll never walk alone, as did all other clubs