Carry On Still ( A Message To Mo)
¶ 1
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A little message to our Egyptian king Mo.
If it’s all down to wages, then please go.
When so rich, what’s a few extra grand?
Just be happy at the best club in the land!
¶ 2
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Ignore your agent, make up your own mind.
His pockets are already well and truly lined.
It’s all down to you Mo, the choice is yours.
Surely you would miss those Koppite roars!
¶ 3
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And as for Klopp, a breath of footy fresh air.
Nobody quite like him, leave him if you dare!
You’re the best striker we’ve ever bought.
Now over to you Mo, the ball’s in your court.
¶ 4
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Money talks in footy, with a loud ugly voice.
Turn a deaf ear to it Mo, you’ve got a choice.
If you leave, we’ll miss you, of course we will.
But as ever…Liverpool FC will carry on still!
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