The Artist Always Known As Henry
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With a flurry of boots
And cool gallic shrug
His skills are a charm at his feet
He flicks and he tricks and that ball really sticks
To The artist we know as Henry
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Colours abound
At the old Highbury ground
As he bid her “adieu” with a kiss
The hattrick was kicked poor Wigan were licked
By the artist we know as Henry
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The Champions League calls
And the blessed old halls
Of the Arsenal are missing one cup
Now Barca a date for Ronnie’s best mate
The Artist Thierry Henry.
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