Originally Posted by
seanbeanstattoo
It was Christmas eve babe,
In the cricketers,
An old man said to me,
Wont win another game,
But then he sang a song,
The greasy chip butty,
This was a year,
where all our dreams came true.
Wilders one of our own,
And brooksy is home grown,
We've got a feeling,
United's on the march,
When clarkey gets the ball,
He'll always score a goal,
We've won at elland road,
And beat the pigs 4-2.
We've got basham and baldock and super john fleck,
We'll pass it around you, we play on the deck,
We'll press you up high and we build from the back,
With Moore in the net and sharp up in attack,
We gave Wednesday a trouncing,
Duffy stopped the pigs bouncing,
With the Carlos dream dead, this city is red,
They said we were a pub team,
That we lived in a daydream,
So we went up to Hillsborough,
And smashed them for 4,
Oh we're the blades from bramall lane
And we are here to stay,
And the bells are ringing out for bouncing day......