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GIANFRANCO ZOLA

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He played for a club down in London Town
Where we drink champagne not Newkie Brown or cherry cola
Z-O-L-A ZOLA

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He stepped onto the pitch and he started to dance
The opposition didn’t stand a chance not with Zola
Z-O-L-A Zola Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Well he’s not the world’s most physical guy
But when he goes on a run he leaves them all behind
Oh my Zola, Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Oh he pulled on the shirt and we sang the blues
When he scored that goal we knew we couldn’t lose
Not with Zola, Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola GianFranco Zola

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Well, we drank champagne and we sang all night
He really lit the Bridge when he graced the side
Oh my Zola, Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Now he looks a bit like Ben Stellar
But he’s faster than a Gran Toriono car
Oh my Zola, Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Well I’m not the world’s most passionate type
But there were tears in my eyes
When he said “Goodbye”
Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola GianFranco Zola

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola
GianFranco Zola
Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola
GianFranco Zola
Zo Zo Zo Zo Zola
GianFranco Zola.

Notes

(“Lola”-the Kinks)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/gianfranco-zola/?shared=email&msg=fail