Got up this morning made myself some tea and toast
Sat waiting for the paper then the postman with the post
Another normal day in the centre of humdrum suburbia
Well almost IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITS matchday  I can feel the reverb ‘ere
Sorry didn’t mean to shout or seem very excited today
We need one point from the hated enemy we play
When we’ve done that we can be crowned champs again
It’ll also beat the scouser lot leaving them in pain
A hat trick back to back something at the height of all their glory
That ‘Pool team didn’t manage but that’s another story
So let’s hear it for the United reds in the Theatre of Dreams’
Where history is made on a daily basis it almost seems
Title eighteen lies firmly within our grasp we need a point today
Manchester United crowned English kings that’s the way
God ordained in the greater scheme of things
But it’s really down to Ronaldo and Rooney on the wings
How every other team would love them playing for their side
But they pull on the red shirt and play with all the pride
That wearing Uniteds badge and shirt should bring
Not to mention when seventy five thousand voices sing
About your feats in that shirt of Mancunian red
Whilst you are playing right out of your head

Are you old enough do you remember can you recall
The days when we played with a proper ball
On wet days it weighed over an imperial ton
When the laces hit you your cries would fall upon
Deaf ears of opponents and team-mates alike
The only cursing you would hear was ”On your bike”
When Man United had good old Dennis Violet
Whilst at Donny Rovers they played in African Violet
Those are the days to return to for watching a fair game
Where both teams were equal and tried exactly the same
Players like keepers today stayed on when they were hurt
Before and after the attitudes from each team were curt
Friendship and respect were the order of the day
Even if you were the hardest tackler ever to play
You were respectful to the better players on show
And though you’d kicked lumps out of them they’d know
You being respectful was meant  from the heart
Not like today when you want to tear players apart
This respect thing has today got no place in the game
Which is a total absolute unforgiving disgraceful shame

You were the player whose feet were kissed by god
Adoring fans who worshipped every piece of earth on which you trod
Whether Uniteds red or the green of your home country Ireland
Shoulder to shoulder with you we all wanted to stand
We couldn’t all do that so we all watched you in awe
Counting every second ’til it was your turn to score
The knocks and kicks you took in your stride
Filling every fan and followers whole with pride
But now you’re gone the angels will sing
‘Cos’ god wants you to play in heaven on his wing
So goodbye George at least i now know
That in your footsteps one day I’ll follow
Goodbye George you were ‘Simply The Best’

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