You stood before us like a god,
A king upon this earth.
Your skills were always memorable,
On the hallowed turf.
You came to us and on your shirt,
You wore the number seven.
And every single goal you scored,
I’m sure was sent from heaven.
You gave us inspiration,
When we seemed down and out.
A certain spark of brilliance
Would make us cheer and shout.
Your presence was sheer magical,
A pleasure to observe.
When things got tough you stuck around,
You really kept your nerve.
You really are a legend,
A hero and a friend.
From Scoreboard End and Paddock
To the mighty Stretford End.
So King Eric we sing your name,
You’ll hear it from afar.
Who’s that god that walked amongst us,
The Mighty Cantona.