Who sing of victory,
Of games that brought us glory,
From Newcastle to Torquay,
Where sixty thousand voices,
Roar us on to victory,
We will follow United,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We will follow United.
Whether we're across the sea,
Or whether we're at home,
It matters not we follow,
To all corners of the globe,
We wear the colours proudly,
The black, the white, the red,
We will follow United.
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We will follow United.
And now we're back in Europe,
The feeling's fucking great,
We'll try to emulate that team,
Of 1968,
We'll win the Cup, have no fear,
And then we'll drink your beer,
And we will follow United...
What the hell do we care? What the hell do we care?
Hail! Hail! The Reds are here,
What the hell do we care now?
For it's a grand old team to play for,
And it's a grand old team to see,
And if you know your history,
It's enough to make your heart go woah-oh...
We don't care what the City fans say,
What the hell do we care?
All we know is there's gonna be a show,
And the famous Man United will be there.
GO GO Man United