Whats it All About?
¶ 1
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A game ends in a nil nil draw
Dem Scousers think
They’ve won the war
Half time’s all it is me son
The fight is to be carried on
¶ 2
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What is this talk of a vacuum
To score and stop the ball?
When we go up to Anfield
Are we playing blow football?
¶ 3
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Calm down you reds
Enjoy the game
Live in the now
Not ancient fame
¶ 4
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I’m not getting all this mercenary stuff
Whats that all about?
Did Houllier or this Rafa bloke
Sign a local scouse?
¶ 5
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Is it all about Romans money?
If it is then why not say
An Indonesian crook was gonna bale you out
But I suppose that, thats ok?
¶ 6
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This beautiful game will be enjoyed
Whatever we all say
But all this other rubbish
Throw it all away!
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 peace.
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