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[Nixon]

Mens vi etter beste evne prøver å skrive ett vers til våre spillere, så er engelskmennene litt mer kreative. Her er en ganske så lang sang om Steven Gerrard. I tilfelle han går til Chelsea...

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Let it be

When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Stevie G abandons me,
Playing the game for money, Stevie G,

When he comes home to Anfield he'll be
Wearing the blue of Chelsea
Swapped his heart for London, Stevie G,

Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
The local lad turned Judas, Stevie G

And though he had his reasons,
Even Carragher agrees,
He sold us out for money, Stevie G,

And although we may all be fooled,
It's unlikely that we'll ever see,
A lying Judas bastard like Stevie G,

Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
Heartbreak and and misfortune for, Stevie G

And when the night is cloudy,
We all thought that we would see,
A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G,

So when the broken hearted Kopites,
Sitting in the bars now see
That he's a lying lowlife, Stevie G,

Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Stevie G,
A jumped-up cockney scumbag, Stevie G