It's Christmas time,
And there's a need to be afraid
They never said,
With Fergie gone there'd be a downgrade
It was our world of plenty
We could smile and laugh at you
But now where, we once saw red,
There's only blue
So say a prayer
And pray for the plastic ones
At Christmas time, it's hard
But-when, we're all having fun
They're all locked inside a timewarp
With the silence in their ears
Coz there's no more Best or Beckham
And no one worth a cheer
And the Facebook generation
Click their camera phones
The best face they can share is Phi-lip Jones
And there won't be gold at Old
Trafford next summer time
Unless they break the bank (again) in Jan. (Ho ho ho ho ho!)
Sli-ding down the pan
A bunch of also rans
They all know it's City's time again
Here's to them
At the big red megastore
Buy-ing big
But they still need a-back-four
They all know it's City's time again
Feel their hurt
Let them know it's City's time again
(Repeat and fade out - for several decades...)