There’s only one Robbie Savage
¶ 1
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Robbie Savage, the maestro, is like no other i’ve seen,
He gives one hundred per cent for the fans and the team,
What makes him different is his will and desire,
So misunderstood, i just watch and admire.
¶ 2
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The blues faithful love him, cause he plays from the heart,
He gives everything he’s got, to the end, right from the start,
Over exuberant at times, but a cheat, certainly not,
He gets in where it hurts, and what bottle he’s got,
¶ 3
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With the heart of a lion, he hates to get beat,
On the pitch, he’s a winner, don’t mention defeat,
And what an engine he has, he’s all over the place,
Love him or loathe him, he fills newspaper space.
¶ 4
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So, Robbie’s my idol, he’s different, it’s true,
He’s a working class lad, just like me, and like you,
To call him anything else, is an insult to our game,
Because without players like Robbie Savage, football, just wouldn’t be the same.
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