Never mind Buenchico.
This is what we sang at the crematorium when my uncle died.
Manchester can rave about the Summerbee and Best,
Then there's Liverpool, and Arsenal, and spurs and all the rest.
But let us sing the praises of the lads we love the best,
As Leeds go marching on!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
We're the greatest football team in all the land!
Now little Billy Bremner is the captain of the crew,
For the sake of Leeds United he would break himself in two,
His hair is red and fuzzy and his body's black and blue,
As Leeds go marching on!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
We're the greatest football team in all the land!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
Glory Glory Leeds United!
We're the greatest football team in all the land!