Manchester City chants

Blue Moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

We are not, we’re not really here
We are not, we’re not really here
Just like the fans of the invisible man
We’re not really here

It’s only 3-1, It’s only 3-1
30 000 empty seats, it’s only 3-1
It’s only 4-1, It’s only 4-1
40 000 empty seats, it’s only 4-1
It’s only 5-1, It’s only 5-1
50 000 empty seats, it’s only 5-1
It’s only 6-1, It’s only 6-1
60 000 empty seats, it’s only 6-1

It should’ve been 10, it should’ve been 10
You lucky bastards, it should’ve been 10

This City is ours, this City is ours
F*ck back to London
This City is ours

My father said to me one day ”is it red or blue for you?”
and if it’s red you’re out the door and I won’t see you no more
and then one Saturday afternoon he took me to Moss Side
He said ”my son your time has come and this is a lesson in pride”
You see the scum you never run
You stand and fight your ground
and when you’ve won on derby day
You’re sure to hear this sound

Hark now hear
The City sing
United ran away
And we will fight forever more
Because of derby day (x2)

I’ve never felt more like singing the blues
City will win, United will lose
Oh City
You got me singing the blues

[I’ve never felt more like crying all night
City are great United are shite
Oh City
You got me singing the blues]

We never win at home
And, we never win away
We lost last week and we lost today
But we don’t give a f*ck
Cause we are all pissed up
M.C.F.C. OK!

Ciiiity, Ciiity
The best team in the land and all the world

Old Trafford is falling down
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duru-duh
Ten Hag is a fucking clown
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duru-duh
Glazers staying 10 more years!
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duru-duh
ManCity are on the beers

Haaland, Haaland
He’s a blue, just like his dad
Now he’s at the Etihad
Ha—Ha—Ha—Haaland, hey

Haaland, Haaland
Came to us from Germany
He’s here to win the Champions League
Ha—Ha—Ha—Haaland, hey

Haaland, Haaland
Yorkshire born, Norwegian lad
Roy Keane tried to kill his dad
Ha—Ha—Ha—Haaland, hey

The way you move
The way you play for City
You’re on the wing
Together with Cherki
We’re on the piss
We’re gonna win the league
I love Semenyo
Just the way you are

Duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh (x4)

Oooh – Kevin de Bruyne!

This is how it feels to be City
This is how it feels to be small
You sign Phil Jones
We signed Kun Aguero – Kun Aguero

Pablo Zabaleta he’s the fu*king man
He’s an Argentinian
He’s harder than Jap Staam
He plays in blue and white
for Pellegrini’s men
And when we win the League
We’ll sing this song again