Joey Jones
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Nothing fancy about our Joey
His crunchin’ tackles made their mark
Spion Son down from the Terrace
Kopite Lad on Anfield’s Park
¶ 2
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Just 3 seasons with us Joey
And the finest night we ever knew
When Liverpool in Rome crowned Champions
All of bloody Europe knew!
¶ 3
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No prancing show horse was our Joey
No darting runs stepover tricks
No party pieces girly hairbands
For strength and commitment he was picked
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We knew just what we got with Joey
And never once he let us down
And when Kings of Europe we became
A top hat our Joey wore for a crown!
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