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 highland 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
And the battle it started the next morning
Under the Libyan sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
He was shot by an old n#z# gun
As he lay on the battlefield dying
With the blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battle field dying
These were the last words he said
Oh, I am a Liverpoolian
And I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, and I like to shout
I go there quite a lot!
We support a team that plays in red
A team that we all know
A team that we called Liverpool
To glory we will go!
We won the league, we won the Cup
We’ve been to Europe too
We played the Toffee’s for a laugh
And left them feeling blue!
One two
One two three
One two three four
Five O!
Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four
Na na na naa, na na naa!
Na na naa
All you need is Rush
All you need is Rush
All you need is Rush
Rush, Rush is all you need
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Jamie Webster Lyrics – Poor Scouser Tommy