Poor Scouser Tommy

Pre Blackburn(13/4/08) In The Park Pub Which Is Opposite The Kop I'Ll Tell You A 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 The 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 Well The Battle Started Next Morning Under The Arabian Sun I Remember The Poor Scouser Tommy Who Was Shot By An Old Nazi Gun As He Lay On The Battle Field Dying (Dying Dying) With The Blood Rushing Out Of His Head (Of His Head) As He Lay On The Battle Field Dying (Dying Dying) These Were The Last Words He Said... Oh... I Am A Liverpudlian I Come From The Spion Kop I Like To Sing, I Like To Shout I Go There Quite A Lot (Every Week) We Are The Team Who Plays In Red A Team That We All Know A Team That We Call Liverpool And To Glory We Will Go We've Won The League We've Won The Cup We've Been To Europe Too We Played The Toffees For A Laugh And We Left Them Feeling Blue Five Nil ! One Two One Two Three One Two Three Four Five Nil ! Rush Scored One Rush Scored Two Rush Scored Three And Rush Scored Four! Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na! All You Need Is Rush...Da Da Da Da Da All You Need Is Rush...Da Da Da Da Da All You Need Is Rush, Rush, Rush Is All You Need!