Tommy

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

Uploaded: Mar 28, 2016

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Tags: Digital art, Digitally manipulated, Flash / lighting, General, Humour / fun, Landscape / travel, Portraits / people, Specialist / abstract, Transport, Wildlife / nature

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