Football Money and Madness
¶ 1
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The streets of London paved with Reds
Down the to the Bridge me ma she said
“Yer can’t go there like London Town
They’ll hear yer accent do yer down”
¶ 2
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“But ma” I pleaded “lerruz go
These Cockney no-marks they wont show
There just a load of woolly backs
When they see us their pants they’ll cack!”
¶ 3
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I grabbed me scarf and a ticket begged
The ticket office laughed and shook their heads
A la said “try the touts they’ll understand
They did, for something near a grand!
¶ 4
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So now the Smoke is off the map
I’ll try me luck for our home match
At Anfield where the milk and honey flows
All down the Walton Breck Frog and Toad!
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