“Le Scouse” The Urbane Gerard Houllier
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He stands the line with Gallic poise
He never makes a lot of noise
But tho’ he’s quiet still waters flow
The deepest seas are they to row!
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He always wears his lucky scarf
And now and then you’ll see him laugh
But you won’t catch him chewing gum
Or throwing temper tantrums!
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No flying boots in dressing rooms
No pitched battles no sleaze for news
And when he does SKY interviews
He’s calm collected very cool!
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He gives commands with measured vowels
And never sees those mistimed fouls
He’s called “Le Boss”, “Made Up!” he said
He’s gone “Le Scouse!” has “Ged The Red!”
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