Christophe Dugarry Le Magnifique

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He’s an artist born in France, who paints pictures with his feet,
With his Gallic tricks and style, he’ll soon get you off your seat,
Like a veteran matador, he is a master of his craft,
And if it is your job to mark him, he can make you look quite daft.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In the air he hangs like a kestrel, with his feet he waves his wand,
He even looks like jesus, and he wears an alice band,
His hips they move like Elvis, and he has a computer for a brain,
Surely he’s one of the greats, of our beautiful game,

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He came to Brum from Bordeaux, and he’s like a vintage wine,
And when his name is on the team sheet, you know all will be fine,
It’s only air filled leather, but he can make that baby sing,
Christophe was made for Birmingham, and we’ve been waiting for our king,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Dugarry’s different class, his gifts were given by god ,
Fifty odd caps and a world cup winner, he will always get my nod,
So you could probably play the Arsenal, Real Madrid, or man utd too,
But you’ll never be as adored, than by us Brummies that worship you.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/christophe-dugarry-le-magnifique/