After Elvis has scored a goal:
Love him tender
Love him sweet
Never let him go
He has made our lives complete
And we love him so
Love him tender
Love him true
All our dreams fulfilled
For our Man-u we love you
And we always will
After someone has fouled him:
Wise men say only fools rush in
But he’s too good
He’s just too good for you
or
Well, it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, Man-u
But don't you
Step on my blue suede boots
You can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede boots