Bobby Robson- Comin' Home: NUFC Songs

The charity song made in his honour. (Ed: see Youtube for the tune)


HE HAD to go to Fulham for his first football job, This miners lad from Sacriston that we all call Wor Bob, With 20 caps for England, he played with all the greats, For all his football talent he stayed one of our mates, Because he’s wor Sir Bobby, the North East’s favourite Knight, He was standing proud, in the Geordie crowd and built pure black and white, Because he’s wor Sir Bobby, he was everybody’s mate Just like the Toon, or Newcastle Broon, A Legend who was great, Because he’s wors, Tho’ he was proud to be a Geordie, Went off to Ipswich Town, Won the FA Cup ganin one-nil up, And tore the Arsenal down, Then PSV Eindhoven, then to the Sporting Club, A hit at Barcelona, and comfy down the pub, Because he’s wor Sir Bobby, and he took the national chair, Made England fly, saw Gazza cry and almost won it there, Because he’s wor Sir Bobby, he gave football a spark, Came home for love, like hand in glove, Back to St James Park, Because he’s wors, He fought that blasted cancer, five times he saw it gone, And with his lady Elsie, who he knew she was the one, Even now he’s raising fortunes for his very own foundation, Even death can’t stop a Geordie, king of Geordie nation...

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