Football Poets

Liverpool Education

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Practised hard and tried to learn
Just how King Kenny could twist and turn
Pourin’ rain we didn’t care
Until we’d mastered how to swerve
Push off the ground with back to goal
Jink left then right whilst Strummer strolled
Skived off school and found a park
And played all day and through the valley of the dark

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Struck goals on walls that no one saw
Spread balls like jam and always scored
Our turf of tarmac littered streets
We rebuilt Anfield around our feet
My old ripped shirt so battle worn
But just like Kenny for glory born
In me ears Bob’s words would ring
And Heighway runnin’ down the wings

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I’d call to Joey whose legs would race
And then for strength, Jimmy Case
My anthem Lydon, my colours Red
Liverpool teamsheets best books I read
From Hector’s House and Banana Splits
To my very first Liverpool Football Kit
From Mill Road School to the Kemlyn Road
From Strawberry Fields and Rushie’s Goals

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 From the Anny and the paddock dreams came true
The Kop the best place in Liverpool
They’d sing those songs beneath the Roman stars
The choir met in The Albert, and practised hard
The Bionic Carrot claimed Razor’s pass
And gave St Etienne a football class
I dreamed of Lennon and loved Dalglish
One for his heart and the other for his feet

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Cold and wet in the pouring rain
But always glad to be one at the game
Names on desks posters on the wall
And the name of Liverpool the best name of all
Watched Jimmy Case prowl with steel in his boots
Heard Souness growl and Keegan boss
Sang loud and proud when the title was ours
And cried like a child for the 96 lost

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Fought with teachers skived off school
And followed me heart to Liverpool
Books they gave me left me bored
But I’d read every word of the match reports
The old red scarf from childhood’s dreaming
Like time eternal for never leaving
Remember Bob for the king that he was
And when I think of Shanks I always thank God

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Then bussin’ home when I lived in the smoke
Raced back to heaven stony broke
But when Dalglish shone out like gold
I felt like a king on a Liverpool throne
Hansen cool and elegant
Lawrenson shrewd wherever he went
Then Whelan and McMahon beyond compare
All of this made me glad I was there

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Houghton and Nicol delivered Forest on a plate
5 goals scored but it felt like 8
I close my eyes and see them still
Barnsey and Beardo better than Brazil
Mark Wright took stock changed his attitude
And some lucky sod bagged Aldo’s boots
Those goals from Robbie before the blues
With Rushie’s heir we couldn’t lose

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Oh such names that warmed our bones
From Albert Stubbins to Joey Jones
Stars whose light burned bright and bold
Stars whose deeds with reverence told
Great names that burned a stormy path
Of such days whose time has passed
And now those days so far a dream
But in my heart they’ll always be.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

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