Matchtalk Cats and Dogs

(Chorus) We battered scousers, Geordies, Cockneys, Brummies too (and the ICF), For we are the famous scoreboard paddock crew, So we will get off those trains and wait, Outside those shed end gates, And batter one armed Babs and his harmless little few With doc martens on our feet We marched into the Kippax Street, Claiming that our King was Denis Law, He once stood infront of the Stretford End, Scoring goals that sent us around the bend, But Denis doesnt play here anymore. (chorus) The football league was boring us, When Europe started calling us, They said come on over and show us all your ways, Tell us all about your rucks, You drive around in transit trucks, Tell us of the battle of St. Etienne (chorus) You gave us joy of the Busby Babes, Then Bestie came and he amazed, And Denis Law was the King of the Stretford End, I'd play football in my local street, Cos i loved what you did with it at your feet, The boots you wore had all seen better days. (chorus)