I was ya know, a poet!
Well in the good old days gone by,
When I used to be able to write,
But now I can't; and I sit and cry!
Then I got to thinking,
About my Liverpool life!
Then I thought about the times…
I fell into all sorts of strife!
Like; one day at school I was naughty!
And had a fight with a lad!
But he ran to the teacher crying,
And I think that's pathetically sad!
Cos I never went and told tales!
I just beat them up instead!
But ya know, I was always caught!
And ended up with me bum all red!
Cos I used to get the cane a lot!
Cor that really hurts bad too!
And makes ya bum all bruised!
It was often black and blue!
And it wasn't even my fault!
Just cos them lads are wimps!
As soon as I punched them in the eye,
They had trouble with their blinks!
Cos their eyes never blinked together!
In fact, I have to admit it's true!
I punched them lads that hard…
They never knew what to do!
So off he ran a-screaming!
‘Misssssss, she's punched me in the eyes!'
Well honest, what great big baby!
All you could hear was his cries!
So anyway, where was I?
Oh yeah, in Liverpool; my home town!
The place where I'm a performing poet!
Well hey, I'm a really good clown!
Well at least we have a laugh!
Cos us Scousers are just great you see!!
All Liverpool muckers together!
My Liverpool home town, my mates, and me!
But we still have to look above!
Cos the pigeons are everywhere!
Dropping bombs as pigeons do!
You can see them flying through the air!