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Roy Keane was one of the best Irish players and Irish fans are still pissed about how things went down with him in 2002. When he finally retired with Celtic, during his farewell match against Manchester United, fans from both sides chanted non stop throughout the match:

This is it, it's time for you to go to the wire
You will hit 'cause you got the burnin' desire
It's your time, you got the horn so why don't you blow it?
You are fine, you're filthy cute and baby you know it
Keane, get on top
Keane, you will cop
Keane, don't you stop
Keane, sha boogie bop
You're so good, baby, there ain't nobody better
So you should never ever go by the letter
You're so cool, everything you do is success
Make the rules, then break them all 'cause you are the best
Yes, you are
Keane, get on top
Keane, you will cop
Keane, don't you stop
Keane, sha boogie bop
Look up in the air, it's your guitar
Do your dance, why should you wait any longer?
Take a chance, it could only make you stronger
It's your time, you got the horn so why don't you blow it
You're so fine, you're filthy cute and baby you know it
Keane, get on top
Keane, you will cop
Keane, don't you ever stop
Keane, sha boogie bop
Keane, Keane Keane, sha boogie bop
Keane, Keane, right there
Keane, don't you stop
Keane, sha boogie bop, boogie
Keane, sha boogie bop 


 

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