Leave a comment on verse 1 0
Jimmy Greaves was his name
he played the beautiful game,
didn’t really need to run
instead scored goals for fun.
Had his picture on my bedroom wall
kicking a muddy leather ball,
I watched him play when I was a lad
at Highfield Road with my dad.
Greavsie hardly broke a sweat
as he stuck the ball in our net,
to see him in action was a treat
amazed at his quicksilver feet.
Without doubt he was the best around
tormenting defenders at every ground,
England’s finest in his prime
the greatest goalscorer of all time.
I misspelt Jimmy’s nickname as it should be Greavsie. Typo !