Poor Tommy

Let me 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

Well they put him in a higher division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there’s nothing to see but there sand,

Well the battle it started next morning
Under the Arabian sun
I remember the poor scouser Tommy
He was shoot by an old Nazi gun.

As he lay on the battle field dying (dyin dyin)
With the blood rushin out of his head,
As he lay on the battle field dying (dyin dyin)

These were the last words he said


Oooooh I am a liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I love too sing
I love too shout
I come here quite a lot (every week)
Support the team that plays in red
The champions of them all
A team that you know LIVERPOOL
The greatest of them all

We’ve won the league
We’ve won the cup
We’ve been to Europe too
We’ve played the toffees for a laugh
And beat them five nil,
1,2,123, 1234, 5 nil.