1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “GAZZA”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It was World Cup year 1990, Paul Gascoigne went to Italy and Gazza came back home,
His heart was broken in Turin, but 7 years later, he would have his night in Rome,
He touched a chord with the housewives, to the fans he touched us with his feet,
And in that semi finals against the Krauts, he wasn’t the only one crying in defeat.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So this character was born, as I’ve said, Gazza is his name,
And after the trials and tribulations of that World Cup, his life would never be the same,
He was born in ‘67 in Gateshead and even as a bairn, he could tell a tale or two,
And it was in his native northeast, for his beloved Toon, the Gascoigne reputation grew.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He was transferred to Spurs in ‘88, following Chrissy Waddle, down to White Hart Lane,
And there he blossomed into an international player, and then his problems came,
Life was never as simple as those early years, when he was a young’un, in his teens,
Although back then, the death of young Steven haunted him, still does, but he was destined to follow his dream.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 His football took him back to Italy, onto Scotland, then to ‘Boro, Everton and to the Far East as well,
He’s had many ups and downs, enjoyed a fabulous career, but he’s locked into a private hell,
For inside Paul lies Gazza, who will always come out and play,
Who reared his mad head, in 1991, in that Cup Final, on that day in May.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 In his darkest and deepest times, he’d turn to the bottle, that’s buggered up his life,
And through the demons of drink and drugs, he beat up Shell, his greatest love and wife,
To this day Paul regrets this, and only if he could turn back the hands of time,
To start afresh, or back to the good old days, on the banks of the river Tyne.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But life isn’t as simple as that, we all have regrets and we never know what lies ahead,
But he’s doing his best, he’s staying sober and he’s sorting out his head,
So did Paul Gascoigne fulfil his potential, probably not, but what he gave us was special and he did it all his way,
For many others I will forget, as for Gazza, the genial figure, I will remember until my dying day.

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