Who Is This?
¶ 1
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I’ve had a crop
I’m such a sop
I’m hardly ever fit
Ralphy says he’ll sell me
Though his club won’t profit
I’m a waste of space
An Aussie ace
Who’s tired with fatigue
It’s not the leaving of Liverpol that grieves me
But the thought of going back to Leeds!
¶ 2
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My agent done a dodgy deal
As football agents do
Gary Lineker’s accused me
Of being underhand to steal
We went to court
And we all thought
Of damages so high
For a weekend off to Bondi Beach
As lawyers fought our side
I have this false identity
Of stupidity and greed
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But the thought of going back to Leeds!
¶ 3
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They say that we are greedy
Us boys who play on field
The only thing about us speedy
Is getting pockets filled
My agents does the money talk
I sign on dotted line
If I’m injured for a season
You blame me of a crime
It’s not my fault the Yates wine vault
Busted up my foot
If I don’t play that’s okay
But I am staying put
I’ve tested Ralphy’s patience
He’s angry I’ll take heed
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But the thought of going back to Leeds!
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