FC Liverpool - Poor Scouser Tommy Songtext

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy, Who was sen tfar 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. As the battle was starting next morning, Under the Libyan sun, I remember that poor Scouser Tommy, Who was shot by an old Nazi gun As he lay on the battlefield dyin-dyin-dying, With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head) As he lay on the battlefield dyin-dyin-dying, These were the last words he said: Oooh, I am a Liverpudlian, I come from the Spion Kop, I like to sing, I like to chant, I go there quite a lot. Support a team, that plays in red, A team that we all know, A team that we call Liverpool, To glory we will go. We won the league, we won the cup, We've been to Europe too, We played the Toffees for a laugh, And left them feeling blue 5-0 1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0! Rush scored one, Rush scored two, Rush scored three, And Rush scored four ...