For The Love Of A Local Hero.
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She was fond of this bloke from The Arsenal
Well! Somebody would be I s’pose
He’d lose his dough on away game train card schools
Had a bulbous red Gooner type nose.
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At twenty to three, he’d serenade she
With Highbury songs from his heart
How he loved Georgie Graham,
How Peter Storey would slay ’em’
So bad that their breathing won’t start.
¶ 3
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But his one favourite idol was Charlie
Born near the Holloway Road
Who had stood on the North Bank from childhood
And apprenticed had scored loads of goals.
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One night on the way to an home game
He lay down on the floor arms a stretch
She didn’t quite get the drift of his actions
Was at a loss to know what to expect.
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“Babe are yer sickly or poorly?”
She enquired of her beau on the deck
“Nah, doll I’m just showing yer what Charlie George did
At Wemberly, after sticking the winner in the Liverpool net”.
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They’re still stepping out down the Arsenal
She’s a doll and the bird he adores
But the image that’ll always be etched in his heart
Is of Wemberly, and a flat on his back, long haired lad Charlie George!
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