Hugh Johns R.I.P.
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I remember a bloke
In a sauve sheepskin coat
Holding the mike at St Andrews.
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When Francis was but a mere
Boy scoring goals
To Brum fans a right double handfull.
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A voice that was sharpened
On a few pints of Brains
Oiled with the odd fag or two.
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Hugh Johns has just taken
That mike to Elysian Fields
So for news of a goal scored
It’s over to Hugh!
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