The Artful Shrimper
President
The Gaffer is the boss,
We shall want no more.
He maketh me gaze upon
That green field
They lead me from
The Far Post watering hole
Football hath returned again.
And me to my seat
Amongst the throes of shrimpers
Each calling for our team.
Yeah though I had walked
With years of pessismism
I shall fear none this season
Eagle and Spinner
Are with thee
Oh, thy penalty box
That Bart Hath covered
In the prescence of
All foes.
My head. Southend hath filled
My beer glass it overfloweth
Victory and passion
All my life
Shall sureley follow.
And at Roots Hall or
The new stadium
For ever more
My dwelling place
Must be.
Amen
...we will now sing hymn number 442 "What a friend we have in Tilly"
We shall want no more.
He maketh me gaze upon
That green field
They lead me from
The Far Post watering hole
Football hath returned again.
And me to my seat
Amongst the throes of shrimpers
Each calling for our team.
Yeah though I had walked
With years of pessismism
I shall fear none this season
Eagle and Spinner
Are with thee
Oh, thy penalty box
That Bart Hath covered
In the prescence of
All foes.
My head. Southend hath filled
My beer glass it overfloweth
Victory and passion
All my life
Shall sureley follow.
And at Roots Hall or
The new stadium
For ever more
My dwelling place
Must be.
Amen
...we will now sing hymn number 442 "What a friend we have in Tilly"