Only numbers?
¶ 1
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We’ve a penchant for points
but so have they
we’re chasing hard
but Utd hold sway
¶ 2
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And even on our travels
every day it’s a tease
we’re mindful of the tube tannoy
‘mind the gap please’
¶ 3
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9-9-9
But it’s not yet an emergency
6-3-6-3
We’re still playing with such urgency
6-6-6
The sign of the Red Devil’s hoodoo
One-nil, one-nil, one-nil
Who knocks ’em out? We do
¶ 4
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Then, we narrow it to a virtual point
Only to stumble
Utd even getting away with …
O’Shea forcing a tumble
¶ 5
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Now it’s out of our hands
Like a Vaughan dropped catch
All we can do is keep up the pressure
Match after match after match
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And then just hope, as we continue to bang out
One-nil, one-nil, one-nil
That Utd crumble and wilt
To end up at Cold Trafford : won nil
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