i've got a mate called stevie
i'd trust him with my life
but never with my secrets
we'd sing until we're sung out
and we're united 'till we die
he wears a houndstooth jacket
plays badminton and squash
and we are united 'till we die
'cause we're united 'till we die
then there's mental mickey
he's difficult and tricky
the king of all the clowns
we've had our little issues
with further ups and downs
but we are united 'till we die