Come Back Bobby Moore
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Football hero icon true
The finest that there’s been
East End lad with gold for boots
Flesh and blood from dreams
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Playing for the Hammers proud
A lad who showed them all
You didn’t need to scrap and fight
To boss them off the ball
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Timing sound telepathy
You used with those around
For Hurst and Peters knew your way
Of spreading passes round
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No brutal snarling swearing thug
So dignified with flair
A shining knight whose golden crown
No other head can wear
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Heaven’s Pitch is where you play
The number 6 your own
Those breathless skills you forged down here
Are God’s, and His alone
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Against the best you stood the test
And earned the right to be
In every Football World XI
Chosen rightfully
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No finer player played the game
No other player would
E’re light the fires within my heart
The way your football could
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For I have loved you all these years
I know I always will
My heart it shattered when you died
The dark clouds linger still.
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