Bein’ 16
¶ 1
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Monday to Friday
There’s nothing to do
Hangin’ round Probe
Chasin’ the blues
¶ 2
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The streets lined with apathy
Jobs can’t be found
But when saturday comes
On the kop, life is sound
¶ 3
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So here’s to the redmen
Kings of Merseyside
Playin’ with passion
Playin’ with pride
¶ 4
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Money? you’re jokin’
I’ve sod all to spend
I’m 16 years old
“Factory fodder” they said
¶ 5
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But the factories closed down
And the future is bleak
There’s bugger all here
From Kirkby to Speke
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We went on the Jobs March
From Sefton to Pier
“COLE NOT DOLE”
But Maggie don’t hear
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So here’s to the redmen
Kings of Merseyside
Playin’ with passion
Playin’ with pride.
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