Billy the King

Oh let's drink, a drink, a drink, To Billy the king, the king, the king, The creator of the greatest team, For he invented professional football, And this year we'll win the league. Now Gerry Byrne, Refused a tourniquet, When he's broken his collarbone, And they just rubbed on medicinal compound, And Gerry goes marching on, on, ON! Oh let's drink, a drink, a drink, To Billy the king, the king, the king, The creator of the greatest team, For he invented professional football, And this year we'll win the league...