by Ciggy » Sun Nov 28, 2004 9:46 pm
singin this now with all my heart
Poor Scouser Tommy
Let me tell you the story of a poor boy,
Who was sent far away from his home,
To fight for his king and his country,
And also the old folks back home
So they put him in a higher division,
Sent him off to a far foreign land,
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands,
And there's nothing to see but the sand.
Now the battle it started next morning,
Under the radiant sun,
I remember our poor Scouser Tommy,
He was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying,
With the blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying,
These were the last words he said:
Oooooh, I am a Liverpudilian,
And I come from the Spion Kop,
I like to sing, I like to chant,
I go there quite a lot.
Support a team, that plays in red,
A team that we all know,
A team that we call Liverpool,
To glory we will go.
We won the league, we won the cup,
We've been to Europe too,
We played the Toffees for a laugh,
And left them feeling blue (5-0)
1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0!
There is no-one anywhere in the world at any stage who is any bigger or any better than this football club.
Kenny Dalglish 1/2/2011
REST IN PEACE PHIL, YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.