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At twenty to three, he’d serenade she
With Highbury songs from his heart
How he loved Georgie Graham,
How Peter Storey would slay ’em’
So bad that their breathing won’t start.
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“Babe are yer sickly or poorly?”
She enquired of her beau on the deck
“Nah, doll I’m just showing yer what Charlie George did
At Wemberly, after sticking the winner in the Liverpool net”.
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They’re still stepping out down the Arsenal
She’s a doll and the bird he adores
But the image that’ll always be etched in his heart
Is of Wemberly, and a flat on his back, long haired lad Charlie George!