Post by weavie on Oct 13, 2008 21:21:40 GMT
like a beautiful butterfly you danced around the box
your venemous sting you hid so well you crafty fox
sensational ball skills knowbody could beleive there eyes
youd pull every trick in the book then tell the ref a pack of lies
I was there the night you illuminated the lights of blackpool
you sure gave those guys a lesson on how to play football
with audacity and cheek you dribbled through the bewilderd mob
like cassius clay you tormented them with your cockney gob
nuts youd shout as you mesmerized them with skill
but your eyes they had the matordors mode of kill
born in hatfield your atmosheric genius was such a thrill
in my dreams I remember those days even now still
the terrible pain of losing you it felt like being bereaved
all of us cried for days who would of beleived
we waited for old cockney rhyme
the roar whent up we knew it was the last time
but to see you storming down that wing
certainly made the crowd sing
tears run down my face for one last magical time
your idiasyncratic ability so very sublime
hackney marshes formulated your special tenacous it seems
but you still play for qpr every night your in my dreams
your venemous sting you hid so well you crafty fox
sensational ball skills knowbody could beleive there eyes
youd pull every trick in the book then tell the ref a pack of lies
I was there the night you illuminated the lights of blackpool
you sure gave those guys a lesson on how to play football
with audacity and cheek you dribbled through the bewilderd mob
like cassius clay you tormented them with your cockney gob
nuts youd shout as you mesmerized them with skill
but your eyes they had the matordors mode of kill
born in hatfield your atmosheric genius was such a thrill
in my dreams I remember those days even now still
the terrible pain of losing you it felt like being bereaved
all of us cried for days who would of beleived
we waited for old cockney rhyme
the roar whent up we knew it was the last time
but to see you storming down that wing
certainly made the crowd sing
tears run down my face for one last magical time
your idiasyncratic ability so very sublime
hackney marshes formulated your special tenacous it seems
but you still play for qpr every night your in my dreams
