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Rockin | Robbie Fowler | David Beckham | Wind | The Letter | Haiku



Hey Robbie Fowler, I can't believe your leaving the Kop.
You know I always loved you, even when your form was plop.
I came to see you on my roadies, even though I'm a Kiwi,
I even invited my buddies along, Woodley, Jomo, and Dewi.

Hey Robbie Fowler, I thought you'd always play in Red,
now that you've left Anfield, you know I'd rather be dead.
You've gone to play with dirty Leeds, at least it's not with the Scum.
where Alex likes to undress his boys, and put things up their bum.

Hey Robbie Fowler, I am feeling so distraught,
Reminds me when you got that fine, for having a crafty snort.
You said that you would never leave me, and the Liverbird,
but now we are left just with Owen, and that giant Heskey turd.

what about the chorus by Dildo

Please don't go away to Leeds
Cos I don't like them at all
I do pressed hams against their windows
and I can't see you at all
if I see you there
at Elland Road, I'll take
your picture from my wall
but we've got Owen which reminds me
its not so bad, its not so bad