
Quality song, always lead by Boyley
We'll drink, a drink, a drink, to Eric the King, the King, the King, He's the Leader of our football team, He's the greatest French Footballer, That the world has ever seen. Eric the King is remarkably trendy, He's done some modelling around town, Wearing the best suits, up on the catwalk, While the Leeds fans they just frown. He once played for Marseille, but never for Arsenal, Or Liverpool or even Man City, Landed in Yorkshire, a terrible blunder, That was nine months with the sheep. He had a brief spell there, with the Leeds lot, Until he realised that they were has-beens, Only one way now, for Eric to go now, To the Theatre of our Dreams. On the field it's almost unreal, Some of the things that Eric does, Superb overhead kicks, remarkable back-flicks, I'm sure the guy just takes the p*ss. Eric is so cool, remarkably cultured, He likes good music and poetry too, Performing the fine arts, on the field, For the boys they call Man U. We'll always remember that day in November, As the time he made that special move, Poetry in motion, the deadliest potion, He's got nothing left to prove. He is a legend, without any doubt, He will reign for years to come, We'll just stand there, in admiration, With countless more trophies won. We'll drink, a drink, a drink, to Eric the King, the King, the King, He's the Leader of our football team, He's the greatest French Footballer, That the world has ever seen.
Drink a Drink to Eric the King (Pete Boyle Version) Chant
Quality song, always lead by Boyley
Not really sung anymore, but a class song for Nemanja and his family.
It Was on a Famous Saturday Chant
An oldie for Red Army days, but has started to come back into the frame recently
Born on a Rubbish Dump in Liverpool Chant
Classic for Roger Hunt, the scouse s*ite
What a waste... they don't even sell out!
In the Dark Streets of Belfast Chant
Classic for Georgie Best, the greatest ever United footballer
first sung after the madness against Barnsley in the Carling Cup