From Walton Breck Road to Istanbul (Byzantium or bust)
¶ 1
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So we’re on our way to Byzantium
With our EEEGOOOR Biscantium
The deep red mersey’s ships set sail
With fans from Kirkby, Bootle and Kirkdale
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Jose’s boys they came and saw
If they could manage more than a draw
With Rafa who is Bosphorus
The Kop sucked in its cheeks and scored for us
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The grand old stadium shook its heart
And tore the Chelsea dreams apart
For money leaves you on your knees
When you’re out the final of Champions League
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So yeah we’re 5th in the EPL
The blue nose hoardes they sing and yell
Wenger’s moanin’ the mancs as well
“Liverpool in the final, is it frozen in hell?”
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So grab your banners kopites all
And tell your ma its 5 not 4
And pack your dreams into your boots
And say a prayer when Cisse shoots
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Come on you reds you mighty reds
Its all been done and all been said
A page in history waits to be written
For Rafa’s name with Shankly Paisley Fagan
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To Istanbul then 25th May
We’re ridin’ glory’s horse again
Ac Milan they’ll take a look
As near as they’ll get to the Euro Cup.
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