Still, They Talk Of Him.
¶ 1
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In the betting shops and workmans clubs
Still, they talk of him
In the paper shops and match day pubs
Still, they talk of him
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A spindly looking young fella
Who tore yer team apart
Then and only then you knew
What you’d seen seen was art
¶ 3
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Chopper thought he had him
It was but a dream
He tantalized us then chastized us
On that field of green
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At Craven Cottage one Boxing Day morning
I saw and wanted more
Of what was then the best on show
Charlton, Best and Law
¶ 5
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As I sat on a strangers shoulders
So I could see the match
The beauty of such stars on show
Was simply where its at
¶ 6
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As a generation grew in confidance
Then lets its hair grow long
We took to taking new idols
Through football, films and song
¶ 7
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No more short back and sides for us
We changed the way we dressed
We wanted to be just like he
The beautiful George Best
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In the betting shops and workmans clubs
Still, they talk of him
In the paper shops and match day pubs
Still, they talk of him
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