1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A team made from Lawler, Cally and Hall
Ian St John and give Sir Roger the ball
Big Tosh touches heaven and grazes his head
Whilst King Kev passes Vogts in a blaze of red

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There’s Terry Mac racing and scoring THAT goal
Crazy Horse lifting cups, God bless his red soul
Tommy Lawrence a cert and a most welcome sight
Between the sticks he would launch and prove pigs could fly

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Dalglish still the greatest a true Anfield King
Just think ofthe glory we earned from his deeds
A pulsating display all defences were crushed
And I call on Joey Jones when shove cocmes to push

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Peter Thompson a winger down the left he would speed
New signings in Shankly’s “Sweat-box” sink to their knees
Souey a general he bossed the midfield
Whilst Hansen for passes a most elegant breed

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 John Barnes fed us football made from grace and skill
With Aldo and Beardsley we were better than Brazil
Shaggy split defences split ’em all open wide
And we had plenty of goals, we had God on our side

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Street End fell silent when Rushie aimed to shoot
Skippy lit up Wembley with his fabulous boots
We had Smithy and Thommo and Razor and Clem
And for a penalty shoot out Barrney Rubble’s the man

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Joe Fagan is smiling, 3 cups by his side
And King Kenny’s Double was football delight
Bob Paisley the greatest his record still stands
As does the love and respect that the great man commands.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/redmen-3/