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Michael Owen (lola)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He plays for the reds in old Liverpool Town
Where the river is the Mersey and its water is brown
And it’s cold yeah oh its so icy cold yeah
He walked through the gates and he pulled on his boots
Now we sing his name each time he shoots Michael Owen

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 La la Michael Owen

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Well he’s not the world’s most physical guy
But when he goes on a run he leaves them all behind
Michael Owen la la Michael Owen

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 La la Michael Owen…

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (c) tobyjones 3rd january 2004

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/michael-owen-lola/