From Liddellpool to Owenopolis
Dad, what’ll we do if Mikey goes?
Cause the world revolves round those blessed toes
And whose gonna score us all those goals
Dad, what’ll we do if Mikey goes?
Son, when I was a kid I asked me dad
The same sort of question
The world had gone mad
Time had caught up with one really true great
Liddell was no more what would be our fate?
Fourteen games ‘fore his last the team had to shuffle
And a young lad called Hunt came and caused a kafuffle
And we all loved Sir Roger whilst remembering Billy
And the goals flowed and flowed, and our worries seemed silly
The ten years were gone and the years showed and told
And Roger today wasn’t the Hunt of old
What’ll we do we all cried to the Liverpool heavens
When up popped this blonde kid; the great Alun Evans
The goals were sublime but then ended too soon
With the golden kid glassed by some drunken buffoon
Oh how we wailed, who will lead our attack
Arrived then this Welshman, this giant Toshack
And the trophy’s kept flowing and a goal-fest commenced
When Shanks bought some no mark, as a thanks for Clemence
And then played him with Toshack, and then bugger me
A really great partnership, what a privilege to see
And we remembered Billy, and Roger and Alun
And the party went on with success by the gallon
Six years it went on and then the joy it expired
Keegan chased cash as the master retired.
What’ll we do Keegan gone Toshack now without aid
On this quaint wee Scotsman Kevs money paid
And then Kenny was King, and the things he could do
Son, Could’ve filled up three sides of this message to you.
Two years with mere mortals did our Kenny reign
When appeared this big Welshman; Not Toshack again?
Not Toshack my son, and well might you blush
The one that I speak of was the one Ian Rush
And the goal the rained in he was great, plain to see
So we found us another, come on Johnny B
Barnes he was brilliant and Rush he was cool
And we all blessed our luck in this great Liverpool.
And with Rushy gone Beards and Aldo attack
And Barnesy supplying, and then Rushys back!
And the dance it went on, and the goals they rained in
The Death came and kissed us and joy it ran thin
Let us talk about Evans and Roger and Kenny
And Kevin and Tosh each man worth every penny
Of Aldo and twinkle-toed Barnes and of Rushy
True kings all and none of them pushy
Kenny gave us Robbie, the scourge of defenders
Macca Spice and rest of the cool young pretenders
But the once famous Souness buggered it up
And all that they got was the Mickey-Mouse cup.
Then we got the real Mickey and how the goals flowed
But Robbie got sulky and precious and cold.
Then enter young Emile, a beast of a man
At least for a while he was loved by all fans.
Though he loved Billy Liddell my dad would recite
The names of the scorers who kept Anfield alight
Dick Forshaw Berry Nieuwenhuys, Gordon Hodgson,
Jackie Bimpson Jack Smith Jackie Balmer Albert Stubbins
They’re just names to me, I saw none of their goals
But I know them, and love them for each played their role
Embroidered Dad’s life gave him tales to tell lads
Who in turn pass them on to their lads, and their lads
Now maybe our Mikey’s about to jump ship
It was nice whilst it lasted; but hey it’s his trip
And the Kop could be singing some other kids name
It’ll happen my son, you’ll see others reap fame
Remember your favourite be it Liddell or Digger
But in the end lad, its always the club that’s the bigger
For the great ones will come and the great ones will go
And we’ll all still be watching the Liverpool show