Nicked from the Guardian website, to the tune of Let it Be.
When we find ourselves in times of trouble
We cross to R V P
Why not play through the middle, in the D
And in our hour of darkness
When we show no creativity
We have no other tactics, for the D
Through the D, through the D
Through the D, yeah through the D
We’ll find no other way through ‘em
Crossing repeatedly
And when all the ABU people
Living in the world agree
Our squad just isn’t top 4, pedigree
For though Young may always be started
There is still a chance that they will see
United playing through the middle, through the D
Through the D. Through the D
Through the D, yeah through the D
We’ll find no other way through ‘em
Crossing repeatedly
And when Old Trafford isn’t rowdy
The midfield worries me
We could play on ‘til tomorrow, listlessly
I wake up to the sight of Moyes
Hoping to get fit Fellaini
We still wouldn’t use triangles, or the D
Yeah, through the D, through the D
Through the D, yeah, through the D
It’s starting to get funny
Try the D