Glory, glory, Man United, Glory, glory, Man United, Glory, glory, Man United, As the reds go marching on, on, on.
Just like the Busby Babes in Days gone by We'll keep the Red Flags flying high You've got to see yourself from far and wide You've got to hear the masses sing with pride
United! Man United! We're the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-be-ly Wem-be-ly! Wem-be-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly Wem-be-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
In Seventy-Seven it was Docherty Atkinson will make it Eighty-Three And everyone will know just who we are They'll be singing 'Que Sera Sera'
United! Man United! We're the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly Wem-be-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly Wem-be-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
Glory Glory Man United Glory Glory Man United Glory Glory Man United As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On! (3x)
Like a flower waiting to bloom Like a lightbulb in a dark room I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain Like a school kid waiting for the spring I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone After all, you're the one who turns me off You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on Turn me on