Starry, starry nite
Paint the future red & white
Look out on a summer's nite
Wit eyes tt noe they're doin sumthing rite
Romans on the hill
Scratchin heads & wonderin still
Juz wat the devil it was they had to do
CHORUS:
Now they understand
Wat was always on his mind
How he loves to make them whine
How he wants to tease
Totti, he couldnt play, he did not noe how
Perhaps he nvr will
Starry, starry nite
Ron & Roon provide the glow
Runnin rings in tt evening show
There's pride in Fergie's eyes of Scottish hue
3 goals up... then 4
Roma's burnin, man, they're sore
Tired eyes look to the heavens
Oh, my gosh! So soon it's 7
CHORUS:
Fergie didnt love them
Tt much we all now noe
For when he had them on their backs, on tt
Starry, starry nite
He said, "hit them hard, lyk Devils always do"
You didnt need to, Ferguson
Man U were always doin it for you
Starry, starry nite
Roma's hangin in the hall
Shameless heads all line the walls
All empty eyes tt cant & wont forget
Totti, Rossi, Mancini...
They crossed the pond wit hopes & dreams
Now crushed & broken far away from home
Now I think they noe...
Perhaps, they never will
