Jamie Webster - Poor Scouser Tommy

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Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
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Who was sent far away from his home
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To fight for his king and his country
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and also the old folks back home.

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So they put him in a highland division
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Sent him off to a far, foreign land
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Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
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and there was nothing to see but the sand.

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Well, the battle it started next morning
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Under the Libyan Sun.
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I remember the poor scouser Tommy
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he was shot by an old Nazi gun.

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As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
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with the blood gushing out of his head, of his head
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As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
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These were the last words he said:-

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[The Sash]

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Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian
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and I come from the Spion Kop.
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I love to sing, I love to shout
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and I go there quite a lot, every week!.

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We support the team that plays in red
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The team that we all know
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The team that we call Liverpool
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and to glory we will go.

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We’ve won the league
We’ve won the cup
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And we’ve been to Europe too
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We played the toffees for a laugh
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and we left them feeling blue, 5-0!

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1, 2
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1, 2, 3
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1, 2, 3, 4
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5-0!

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Rush scored one
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Rush scored two
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Rush scored three
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And Rush scores four
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Na na na na, na na na, na na na…

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All you need is Rush
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All you need is Rush
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All you need is Rush, Rush
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Rush is all you need.