The Ghost Of Bobby Moore!
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It’s said in dead of night time
As darkness fills East End
A blond haired man
Who never ran
But knew how to defend
Strolls around the Boleyn
As he did in days of yore
This blonde haired man
To all West Ham fans
Was known as Bobby Moore!
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He took them to the zenith
Of European cup
As Munich 1860
Just weren’t good enough!
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Oh by the way
Jules Rimet shook his godly hand
As England beat those Germans
Exactly like Alf planned!
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As Bobby and the other two
Came up from junior ranks
To scale heights and sites so dizzy
To West Ham we offer thanks!
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So as night draws in
Around Boleyn
A blonde hero sports a smile
His memory will never leave us
It’ll be here for quite a while!
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