Skinning Shadows on the Park
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Dreaming of League Titles
FA Cup wins
And the Big Cup
The “silver kettle”
I was King Kev running Berti ragged
Til he begged for mercy
With a schoolboy lunge
Vogts had no breath left
So they gave him oxygen
At half time but it did no good
Then I was King Kenny
Doing Bruges with a perfect chip
A dull game by our standards
The Belgians playing 10
Across the back
But Dalglish knew a chance
Took the ball
And buried it
Like me when I was him
Out on the park
Dreaming of League Titles.
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