He stands the line with Gallic poise
He never makes a lot of noise
But tho’ he’s quiet still waters flow
The deepest seas are they to row!
He always wears his lucky scarf
And now and then you’ll see him laugh
But you won’t catch him chewing gum
Or throwing temper tantrums!
No flying boots in dressing rooms
No pitched battles no sleaze for news
And when he does SKY interviews
He’s calm collected very cool!
He gives commands with measured vowels
And never sees those mistimed fouls
He’s called “Le Boss”, “Made Up!” he said
He’s gone “Le Scouse!” has “Ged The Red!”