The prodigal son has just returned home
His monickers bellowed by crowd
All of the faithfull wish he’d score a goal
He obliges but…. its disallowed!
Has the linesman no sense of occasion?
All gathered there wished that he had
The ghosts of the past are all on the touchline
To try and stop him from raising his flag
The rub of the green does not favour
The return of the prodigal son
But the voice of the fans does not waiver
As The Kop lets him know he’s the one!
In these days of fickle little stay stars
Where clubs get their fingers burned
How wonderful to see that to Liverpool FC
The prodigal son has returned!