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The Spion Kop (a wanderin’ star)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-spion-kop-a-wanderin-star/