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When I ask my Dad
‘Who’s the greatest?’
I’m never sure who he’s going to choose
Or Stanley Matthews.
But it doesn’t much matter to me either way
‘Cause I never saw any of them play.
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And to me Greavsie just earnt his money
From saying, ‘Well Saint ain’t this game old & funny’
From being affable & rougey
A lovable old fogey
Who is able to recount on demand numerous & humourous old stories about past glories around the Christmas table.
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Don’t get me wrong
I enjoy tapes of the genius of the 2 Bobbys & watching Pele play
As much as the next man
As much as any true football fan
Back when it all began
But let’s not pretend my friend
That we’ve reached the end
Of His masterplan.