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You Win All 3 Cups

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 (To the tune of “16 Tons of Muscle and Blood”)

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Some people say a man is made out of mud
Stevie G’s made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood, skin and bones…
A determined mind and a back that’s strong

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We win all 3 cups, and what do we get?
Another Worthy Cup but no premiership yet
St. Peter don’t you call us, ’cause we can’t go
We’re on our way to Anfield down the Walton Breck Road

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A lot of men tackle a lot of men try
A lot of men lunge he casts them all aside
One boot of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t get you, then the left one will

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We win all 3 cups, and what do we get?
Another Worthy Cup but no premiership yet
St. Peter don’t you call us, ’cause we can’t go
We’re on our way to Anfield down the Walton Breck Road

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 (c) tobyjones 1 January 2004

Notes

(c) tobyjones 1 January 2004

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/you-win-all-3-cups/