So here it is Sir Bob Paisley
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Are you hangin’ up your trophies on the wall?
Are you watchin’ Salah mesmerise the ball?
The boot room days are over
And things not quite the same
But 3 European Cups still bear your name
What secrets did you pass on to the lads?
What magic did you sprinkle in shin pads?
Our trophy room was bulgin’
Cups up to your ears
20 trophies won in just 9 years
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What did they say in Rome when auld Smithy rose up and put the reds 2-1?
The Pope he cheered, from ear to ear!
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So here it is Sir Bob Paisley, the Scouser’s had such fun
Look at our legacy, you’re still number one!
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