Three Ring Circus
¶ 1
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Roll up Roll Up Roll up
We have tickets to spare
And what clowns we have
Guaranteed to make you smile
Unless you’re a “true red”
Give up the days of Shankly
And Paisley and Fagan
Forget Dalglish (“he’s had it”)
We have a vacancy
For a ring master
Anyone can apply
Dont need a CV
Dont need a vision
Maybe a miracle or two
But we can negotiate on that…
¶ 2
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Money talks
Yeah well memories are fine
But we need to sell shirts
In exotic sounding places
“Yer mean like Kirkby, Birkenhead
Speke, Rock Ferry, Bootle?”
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “No son, Ko Phi Phi, Surin, Mae Sai, Hua Hin”
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Christ, what would Shanks say?”
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Excuse me son, who’s Shanks?”.
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