2 Apr 2009

Wembley Here We Come!



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The Leaving of Goodison

We were born in the City of Liverpool
It seems a long time gone
But in our soul runs the rhythm of the Merseybeat
We hate Bill Shankley and we hate St John

We
first kicked a ball across the Stanley Park
Then the landlord he put up our fees
So me moved down the road to play at Goodison
We were first and we will always be

Chorus

So its fare thee well to
Dixie Dean
To
the Winslow and those Cavern days
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But
our Peter living far away

Lets’ remember the team of
Harry Catterick
Wright, Wilson Gabriel, Labone and Young
Harris, Scott, Temple Trebilcock, and Harvie too
Like
Alan Ball they are forever young

So its fare thee well to Dixie Dean
To
the Golden Vision and those Cavern days
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But big Our Peter living far away

Let’s raise a glass to Howard Kendall now
Our greatest living boss
He had us Champions, in Europe and at Rotterdam
We showed those red shite who was really boss

So its fare thee well to Graeme Sharp

Kevin Sheedy and to Andy Gray
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But big Our Peter living far away


I look back to
Wembley 95, my greatest ever day
Where we beat Sir Alex and his millionaires
We kicked those Roy Kean so hard
He couldnae play

So its fare thee well to Barry Horne
To Neville Southall and to King Joe Royle
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But when the
dogs of war went off the boil

Now we gonna have to leave old Goodison
Were off to Kirkby and to Tesco’s ground
But were from Toxteth, From Bootle and from Wavertree
And see that Kirkby it’s another town

So think again the People's Club
Please don’t take us for a bunch of fools
It’s not the leaving of Goodsion that grieves me
But the leaving of dear Liverpool

Now we beat‘ burgh in the quarters of FA cup
And beat the Villa, the red shite too
Next up United, as easy as they come they say
And then the Arsenal or those Russian blues

Because we’re Wembley bound with Davy Moyes
With Phil Neville and the toffee blues
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But the prices of that London booze

But well calling out to Duncan Ferguson
Now sunning it in Spain
Dust down those Puma football boot
We need a striker so forget you weans

Please, please stay fit Louis Saha
Cause were heading down that Wembley way
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But those red buses on the motorway

So its fare thee well to Dixie Dean
The Golden Vision and those Cavern days
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But our Peter living far away

© Alan Smart, 8 March 2009

3 comments:

Martin Persson Thursday, April 02, 2009  

You made my day!
A Scottish Evertonian with an interest for politics is probably, in a long distant way, related through migration to a Swedish union politician who's absolutley mad about his blue team. Unfortunatly I have'nt seen them live since they won the Merseyside derby at Anfield in 99. Thanks for lighting up my evning. //M

Albert Thursday, April 02, 2009  

Nice song.
Thank's for visiting my blog. Where did you find it?
There won't be another oportunity to win the FACup for Everton in the next years so we have to fight for it.

I'll add your blog link into my page.
Bye.

Aye We Can ! Thursday, April 02, 2009  

Albert - via a Blogger search - justtyped in Everton an up you popped!

Best wishes - this feels like our year - and I hope Barca's, Champions Leaue wise too!

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