The Spion Kop (a wanderin’ star)
¶ 1
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I was born on the Spion Kop
I was born on the Spion Kop
Boots are made for shootin’
Scarves are made to wave,
If you see a Salford fan, you know he’s lost his way!
¶ 2
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I was born on the Spion Kop
I was born on the Spion Kop
Do you know where hell is, down the East Lancs Road,
Heaven’s where the redmen play to score a load of goals,
I was born on the Spion Kop,
The Spion Spion Kop.
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