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Fever

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 They’ll never know how much we love ’em.
Never know how much we care.
But when they step out on the Hallowed Turf,
We get a feeling that’s beyond compare.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They give us Fever, in the p.m.,
Fever under bright floodlights.
Mild Fever in Pink or Yellow,
High Fever in Blue and White.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Listen all you Koppites,
Hear these words we have to say:
We don’t really care about your Silverware,
Cos next year a Trophy’s coming our way!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Yes, we’ve seen it, in the tea leaves,
Tarot cards and crystal balls.
Trophy, when next May comes,
Or might as well throw in the towel.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Sun shines bright in morning,
Stars shine clear at night.
Our eyes lit up when we won the Cup,
Just a shame it was in Ninety-Five!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 It gave us Fever, down at Wembley,
Fever up on Merseyside,
Fever the whole world o’er,
As Evertonians glowed with pride.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Pin your ears back now, Nick Hornby,
We have read your Fever Pitch –
Nice insights on the Game we love,
But the Arsenal we don’t really dig…

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Don’t give us Fever, at the Library,
Nor up here at Goodison.
Fever? Oh, forget it,
There’s really nothing to be done.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Listen all you fans of Citeh,
Tottenham, Chelsea and Man U,
A Grand Old Team’s set for a re-launch,
So look out, cos we’re a-comin’ for you!

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 We’ll give ya Fever, when we press you.
Fever when we keep it tight.
Fever when we score that…
Winning goal in Fergie Time!

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 6/8/23
Denys E. W. Jones

Notes

The new Premier League Season begins next Friday, so to get everbody in the mood, here is a re-working of Little Willie John’s song, Fever.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fever-2/