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Can i 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
Now they put him in the highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies flew around from his thousand
There's nothing to see but the sand
Now the battle is started next morning
Under the lybian sun
I remember the poor scouser tommy
Who was shot by an old nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield dying
With the blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying
There's were the last word he said
Ooooooohhhh, i am a liverpudlian
I came from spions kop
I like to sing
I like to shout
I go there quite a lot
I supported a team that dressed in red
A team that we all know
A team that we call liverpool
To glory we will go
We won the league
We won the cup
We been to europe too
We play the toffees for a laugh
And make them feeling blue! 5-0!