Solly Writes:
(Heads & shoulders, Knees & toes)

We've got Mitten in attack, in attack
We've got Mitten in attack, in attack
He's dropped four divisions and he gave a scouser a smack
We've got Mitten in attack, in attack

(From the Red Issue Forum)
Tune: My Old Man

My Old Man,
Said Glazer's a fan,
I said "Fuck off, bollocks you're a cunt",
I’d rather stick my willy in a live wall socket,
That put a penny piece in glazers pocket,
With Hatchets and Hammers,
Stanley knives and spanners,
We’ll show the Glazer family how to fight,
Oh I’d rather stick my willy in a live wall socket,
Than be a Glazer fan

By DAVID BERGIN:

Bring on your postmen and your milkmen,
Bring on mechanics by the score (fuck Blackpool!),
Ashton Town, Pontypridd,
We will make a gallant bid,
Cos United are the greatest of them all

Two By Jim Smiley:
To the tune of 'drunken sailor']
What we gonna do to Malcolm Glazer
What we gonna do to Malcolm Glazer
What we gonna do to Malcolm Glazer
We'll kick his f*ckin head in.

To the tune of 'Streams of Whiskey,' by the Pogues
I am goin
I am goin
Any which way United may be showin,
I am goin
I am goin
To Blackpool Mechanics and Darwen

And now someone who styles himself "That c*nt ANON" :-

JONNY MITTEN IS OUR FRIEND,
IS OUR FRIEND, IS OUR FRIEND
JONNY MITTEN IS OUR FRIEND,
HE HITS SCOUSERS

FCUM all FCUM all
C'mon you REDs FCUM all
If you see any *blue shit,
Then FCUM well boot it
C'mon you REDs FCUM all

then repeat to your hearts content
Note* Blue shit can be change for Glazer shit (if required) but I thought it might be nice to have one thats not about Glazer.

We Are The Manchester Boys

We are just one of those teams,
That you see now and then,
We often score six,
But we seldom score ten,
We beat 'em at home,
And we beat 'em away,
We kill any bastards,
That get in our way.

We are the pride of all England
The cock of the North,
We hate the Scousers,
And Cockneys of course (and Leeds),
We are United,
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys.
Na na na, na na na na na,
Na na na na na - OOOH !

"Land of Hope and Glory tune"

We hate Blackpool Mechanics,
We hate Oldham Town (and Darwen),
We hate Holker Old Boys,
But United we love you.

If You Want to go to Heaven

If you want to go to heaven when you die
You got to keep the red flag flying high
You got to wear a red bonnet
With fuck the corporates on it
If you want to go to heaven when you die

A Few By Jamie Bryson:

I fucking hate that gnome Malcolm Glazer,
And I hate the ,
‘cause I’am a fan,
I am not a consumer,
So stick your franchise up your fucking arse

No Surrender,
No Surrender,
No Surrender to the yankee knome

Tune: Sing Hosana

The Phoenix badge,
Upon our chest,
For we are men,
Of Manchesters best,
De-franchised fans,
Were fighting on,
For the day,
When we can go home

Tune: The Green Beret

From the banks of the river Medlock,
To the blackpool pleasure beach,
We will fight fight for FC United,
‘till we win the counties league,
To hell with Malcolm Glazer,
To hell with the Plc,
We will fight fight for FC United,
‘till we win the counties league

(By Gez Mason)

Tune: From the banks of the River Irwell

One day we,
Will all go home,
To the place,
That we belong,
To Old Trafford,
To see United,
One day we,
Will all go home

Tune: Country Roads

U-N-I-T-E-D,
United are the team for me,
with a knick knack,
Paddy wack,
Give the dog a bone,
We don’t need no yankee knome

Joel, Bryan and Avi too,
Were United not Man U,
With a knick knack,
paddy wack,
Were the fans who care,
Take your franchise elsewhere

Tune: This Old Man

Oh Glazer is a wanker,
He wears a wankers hat,
Gill and Charlton love him,
But he’s a fucking twat,
He’ll never win our heart,
He’ll never win our soul,
So he can stick his franchise,
Right up his fucking hole

Tune: My Old Mans a dustman

We went to the cup,
And we all wore black,
We’ve had a funeral,
But we will all be back,
They’ve buried our body,
They think we are gone,
But we are the soul,
So the faith lives on,

Fight fight whoever you may be,
Fight for the babes and Sir Matt Busby,
There’ll be no surrender,
We’ll fight till the last,
To defeat Malcolm Glazer,
And guard our past

Tune: Lord of the dance

If you have any more suggestions for the song book send them to : songs@fcunitedofmanchester.co.uk