Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
We lost the kid, (what a c*nt)
No striker till the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along
Hands, holding scarves, through on goal
Scores for me, scores for you
Oh, sweet Carroll 9
Torres never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe he never would
Though i'd change the penultimate line to 'Never knew he was so good'
We've had Biscan
We've had the traitor Owen
But then we even had Geoff Strong
Bought by the King,-he didn't wait til summer
who'd have believed your hairs that long.
Hands , touching hands, reaching out
Punching me, biting you
Sweet Carroll9, deh, deh, deh
He and Suarez are so good
Goals all the time, deh deh deh
Just like Kenny said they would
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