Poor Scouser Tommy Lyrics

Let me tell you the 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

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

In a battle that started next morning

Under a Libyan sun

I remember that poor Scouser Tommy

Who was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battle field dying

With the blood rushing out of his head (of his head)

As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)

These were the last words he said...

Oh...I am a Liverpudlian

I come from the Spion Kop

I like to sing, I like to shout

I get thrown out quite a lot (every week)

We support the team that plays in red

A team that we all know

A team that we call Liverpool

And to glory we will go

We've won the League, we've won the Cup

We've been to Europe too

We played the Toffees for a laugh

And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil !

One two One two three One two three four Five nil !

Rush scored one Rush scored two Rush scored three And Rush scored four!

All you need is Rush......