In my Liverpool home, in my Liverpool home. We speak with an accent exceedingly rare. Meet under a statue exceedingly bare.
If you want a cathedral, we've got one to spare.
In my Liverpool home.
Way back in the forties, the world it went mad. Mr. Hitler threw at us everything that he had. When the smoke and the dust had all cleared from the air.
"Thank God" said me old man, "The Pier Head's still there"
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Now when I grew up, I met Bridie McCann. She said "You're not much, but I'm needing a man. 'Cos I want 15 kids and a house out in Speke"
The spirit was willing, but the flesh it was weak.
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