Poor Scouser Tommy Add Video

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy, Who was sent far away from his home, To fight for his king and his country, And also the old folks back home So they put him in a higher division, Sent him off to a far foreign land, Where the flies swarm around in their thousands, And there's nothing to see but the sand. Now the battle it started next morning, Under the radiant sun, I remember our poor Scouser Tommy, He was shot by an old Nazi gun As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head) As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, These were the last words he said: Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian, and I come from the Spion Kop, I like to sing, I like to chant, I go there quite a lot. Support a team, that plays in red, A team that we all know, A team that we call *Liverpool*, To glory we will go. We won the league, we won the cup, We've been to Europe too, We played the Toffees for a laugh, And left them feeling blue (5-0)

Posted by Prestof on February 5, 2012 at 8:22 AM 486 Views

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