Goin the Match (lookin’ back not in anger)
¶ 1
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Wrapped up in red warm in the scarf
Red jersey on are we goin’ by bus or car?
Place on the kop with a dozen of me mates
Come ‘ed Dad we’re gonna be late
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Raised on Keegan Smithy and Clem
Shankly’s Kings the Anfield men
And now we have Bob Paisley’s troops
Dalglish Souness Hansen too
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Half time pies and a lukewarm bovril
A fight for the bogs and a razor sharp bog roll
The Kop starts singin and the redmen play
Heavin on the kop we’re gonna be seasick again
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Packed like sardines out on the red sea
There’s a puddle neath me trainies but it wasnt me
After the game we head off down the street
Eatin’ chips wrapped in paper as we try to copy Dalglish.
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