Ten Hag came in, with promises so bright,
Ajax style football, a beautiful sight.
Glazers were out, fresh hopes in the air,
But injuries struck, leaving us bare.
Ten Hag, Ten Hag, where's the attack?
Passing so slow, we want our spirit back.
We've seen this before, under Moyes and Van Gaal,
Dull and lifeless, we're starting to fall.
Rashford went down, and Sancho got lost,
McTominay flailing, midfield paying the cost.
New owners they promised, "A billion to spend,"
But on the pitch, the story won't bend.
Ten Hag, Ten Hag, where's the attack?
Passing so slow, we want our spirit back.
We've seen this before, under Moyes and Van Gaal,
Dull and lifeless, we're starting to fall.
We know it's not easy, a squad to rebuild,
But passionless football, our anger unsealed.
Where's the pressing, the hunger to fight?
Ten Hag, we're fading, day turns to night.
Ten Hag, Ten Hag, where's the attack?
Passing so slow, we want our spirit back.
We've seen this before, under Moyes and Van Gaal,
Dull and lifeless, we're starting to fall.
Ten Hag, Ten Hag, your time's running out,
Sack's in the post, we're starting to shout.
United we stand, but patience won't last,
Change is a'coming, or you'll be the past.