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.
The Blues are down the pub with Moyesy,
Knocking back the booze.
They’ve won a Mersey Derby
Many thought that they would lose.
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.
The Blues are down the boozer,
The Blues are getting bladdered.
Three points will come in handy,
Help us stay high up the ladder.
We’ve not too much to shout about,
Few triumphs to relate,
But Fortune favoured us today,
It’s time to celebrate!
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.
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.
The Blues are in the alehouse,
Getting mighty sloshed.
The Redmen are still reeling,
‘Cos they feel like they’ve been coshed.
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.
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.
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.
The Blues are propping up the bar,
Getting pissed as newts.
If you should come across them,
Don’t forget to kiss their boots.
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.
The Blues are down the pub with Moyesy.
Have you got the message?
The Toffeemen are all tanked up,
The Reds survey the wreckage.
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!
Denys E. W. Jones