The Bhoy Who Would Be King
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a dreadlocked man took the pitch,
his first two games were a miss
could this young Swede make the grade?
the Celtic faithful hoped and prayed
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goal after goal and seven years on
we once questioned who’s the man
but the king of kings he showed us the way,
the way, only Larsson can play.
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and after all this bliss the bhoy decides to quit
but we will never forget the greatest forward Celtic has met
so long my king and forever more
i loved it when i saw you score
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 farewell the king of kings
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