Football Rock and Roll
¶ 1
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Hendrix covers little wings
Prince skins his purple patch
Little Richard pounds the net
Chuck Berry you just can’t catch
Jerry Lee with balls of fire
He rattles up and shakes
Jim “The Lizard” Morrison
Who nutmegs William Blake
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Lennon in his pure white suit
Thinks red would suit him more
The Mael Boys try to beat the clock
Whilst James Dean turns to score
Fast as lightning all in black
Last Vegas Elvis Show
Carl Perkins in his blue suede boots
Runs rings around Big O
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Guy Mitchell signs up for the blues
Cochran pulls the strings
Big Bopper wears Chantilly lace
Ghosting down the wings
There’s Cash in goal he walks the line
Hank Williams starts to cough
Kerouac makes his one last run
Jack Daniels pegs him back
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Joplin pulls down Bobby Magee
And sees her chances lost
Redemption near she rises up
She climbs but fails to cross
Keith Richards with a vampire’s eye
Plays Ruby Tuesday wide
And when Jack Flash pours down on goal
The whole team scream “OFFSIDE!â€
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Bob Dylan tackles Mr Jones
He’s through it’s one on one
Bowie thinks the lad’s insane
But Guthrie cheers him on
Roger McGuinn is flying
He rises 8 miles high
To nod the winning goal
To Neil Young passing by
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Bill Haley’s rocking round the clock
Cause Fergie’s watch has stopped
Frankie say now just relax
He’s on his way that Klopp
It’s Madness out there on the pitch
But she just beat it Billie Jean
So Ella calls “it’s summertime
Get the Blue Boy B B Kingâ€
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George Michael plays with freedom
Buddy Holly plays with style
Lou Reed’s oh so vicious
When he plays on the wild side
John Lydon sneers impeccably
Cos Paul Weller’s in a jam
Terry Hall still special
Van’s still waiting for the man
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Roger Daltrey’s musing
The What The Why The Who
Plant and Page talk team tactics
But end up in dispute
Clapton fights with Robbie Fowler
Deciding who is God
We all know it’s Suarez
He’s a ballsy little sod!
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