Everton….
¶ 1
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There’s a little town called Everton
just a stonethrow from the place,
the place where football’s magic
and the likes of Gerrard grace.
¶ 2
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Mind you they play too,
and their starting to get better,
with David Moyes as manager,
with Cahill and Arteta.
¶ 3
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They win the odd game,
but still not up to much,
take the derby for example,
Phil Neville what a touch!
¶ 4
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They thought they’d qualify for Europe,
and to be honest they weren’t wrong,
but the performances were dire,
and they didn’t last for long.
¶ 5
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This season’s been a bad one,
blue faces look away,
they should watch the team at Anfield,
but they don’t know the way.
¶ 6
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They’ve got Yobo, Osman and Beattie
but there’s a perfectly good reason,
there’s no Carragher or Gerrard,
but there’s always next season!
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