Sean Connery, The Keeper!
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “The name’s Bond, James Bond”
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That maybe so Mr Connery
When your flashing yer pecs in the flicks
But I can recall, you playing charity football
And a blinder you had t’ween the sticks.
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In goal for the showbiz eleven
We stood on the line and admired
A keeper both daring and brazen
And a never say die(sic) kinda guy.
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You’d rush from the goal
Clearing your lines
Lambasting inept defenders.
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The very same bloke
Who had a great time
Near the ocean with Ursula Andress.
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We heard you had trails at United
Then acting put an end to all that
I can see you as stand in for the great Harry Gregg
But goalies wages in those days were cat.
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Anyway that’s me tale about Sean Connery
Keeping goal for the showbiz eleven
I can’t remember the score, for the life of me
But it sure wasn’t double 0-7!
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