One hand was on the FA Cup
Ninety minutes were almost up
We’d nearly done it
We’d nearly won it
But the whistle then blew
It couldn’t be true
A penalty - awarded to the Blues!
Their striker shot, scored
And it was 2-2
I was GUTTED

We were robbed
Then in extra-time our goalie was lobbed
Final result: 2-3
My world had fallen in on me
From ecstasy
To misery
I was sicker than the sickest parrot could ever be
I was GUTTED

Oh so close to touching a dream
As sweet as the sweetest strawberry ice-cream
But now so far away
I would have settled for a replay
Next week
I couldn’t speak
No words left to say
I was GUTTED

I was shattered
Winning the Cup was all that mattered
In my life
I’d been stabbed in the back by the sharpest knife
Depression was rife
I was GUTTED

But I’ll still wear my United scarf
Re-discover the way to laugh
I’ll focus on next season
Well, it’s all that’s left
And when I look for reasons for our defeat
I’ll just blame the ref
For this fate that’s worse than death
I was GUTTED