The Blues are down the Pub with Moyesy
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The Reds are down the pub with Rafa,
Crying in their beer.
They’ve gone to drown their sorrows,
But they just can’t stem the tears.
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The Blues are down the pub with Moyesy,
Knocking back the booze.
They’ve won a Mersey Derby
Many thought that they would lose.
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Was that a pig I saw fly past?
Or has the moon turned blue?
I pinch myself, I rub my eyes,
I can’t believe it’s true.
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The Blues are down the boozer,
The Blues are getting bladdered.
Three points will come in handy,
Help us stay high up the ladder.
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We’ve not too much to shout about,
Few triumphs to relate,
But Fortune favoured us today,
It’s time to celebrate!
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The Blues are down their Local,
The Blues are getting leathered.
Rough seas and gales have lashed their ship,
But now the storm’s been weathered.
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Last Season we were pretty dire,
We took a lot of stick.
Now it’s our turn to rub it in,
It’s time to take the Mick.
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The Blues are in the alehouse,
Getting mighty sloshed.
The Redmen are still reeling,
‘Cos they feel like they’ve been coshed.
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Down at their favourite watering-hole
The Blues are getting smashed.
The Reds were soaring (in their dreams),
Now back to earth they’ve crashed.
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The Blues are in the gin-joint,
Looks like they’re really wasted.
Well, they can let their hair down now
That victory’s been tasted.
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For months they’d plumbed Depression’s depths,
But look, now it’s all smiles.
The Blues are on the razzle.
The Blues are on the tiles.
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The Blues are propping up the bar,
Getting pissed as newts.
If you should come across them,
Don’t forget to kiss their boots.
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The Blues are on a pub-crawl,
The Blues are getting lairy.
When we next meet, at Anfield, Reds,
You’ll be a bit more wary.
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The Blues are down the pub with Moyesy.
Have you got the message?
The Toffeemen are all tanked up,
The Reds survey the wreckage.
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The Blues, The Blues are not yet through,
They’ve still more pints to sink.
So now I’m off to join ‘em,
And I’ll stand ‘em all a drink!
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9/9/06
Denys E. W. Jones
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