Keep your southern bias
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Down South there’s a place called London.
And a fair city it might be.
But if your talking football.
Everyone can clearly see,
That Arsenal, Chelsea and the rest
Cant kick a thing.
And all the fans are boring :
They never ever sing.
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Now if you come up Manchester way.
You’ll see a real club.
Every fan before the game,
Drinking in the pub.
Then to the stadium.
The ninth wonder of the earth
Old Trafford, the one, the only.
And its magnificent, hallowed turf.
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The crowd, the noise
The brilliant atmosphere
The whole 67 thou know
The kick-off is very near.
Then a roar as out of the tunnel steps,
The best team in the land.
Manchester United, the magnificent
Ready to deal some skill firsthand.
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The fans sing, the boys react
Scholesy’s on the wing
He crosses it in to Keano
And the fans begin to sing
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KEANO!
THERES ONLY ONE KEANO!
THERES ONLY ONE KEANO!
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ONE NIL!!
WHAT A GOAL!!!!
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UNITED!!!
UNITED!!!
UNITED!!!
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So next time you’ve got the money.
And want to see a game.
Don’t go and see some southern team
Old Trafford will show you the way.
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