Grand Reds
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Big Clem a giant in Red & Green
Brucie’s Euro wobbly knees
There’s Peter Cormack with the Charity Shield
Terry Mac’s header best goal there’s been
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Still Shankly’ Ghost puts the lads through their paces
There’s time for Digger to fasten up his laces
St Michael’s 2 goals took the Cup off The Arse
Even tho’ Wenger’s boys had played us off the park
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Roma thought they’d be kings not if but when
But they didn’t bank on a Barney Rubble pen
Rob Jones was class and a joy to be seen
But his battered bones just would not heal
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The Toxteth Terror and his shooting boots
Signed off with a hat-trick leaving Leicester blue
Phil Neal came to us from Division 4
Our penalty King rarely failed to score
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Gillespie cultured strong and tall
Three league titles in his drawer
Thommo steadfast proud in red
Took the European Cup home to bed!
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