謝拉特 Steven Gerrard
I. (To the tune of "Que Sara Sar")
Ste Gerrard, Gerrard
He'll pass the ball 40 yards,
He's big, and he's f**king hard,
Ste Gerrard, Gerrard
II. STE-VIE GERR-ARD
(clap, clap)
(clap, clap, clap)
III. (To the tune of "Let it be")
Stevie G, Stevie G
Stevie G, oh Stevie G
He's a Spion Kopite
Stevie G
IV. (by Chris Murphy)
When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
And in my home, the Spion Kop,
We watch him jog, right in front of me,
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
The local lad turned hero, Stevie G
And when the jubilant Kopite people,
All living in The Park agree,
That we all know the answer, Stevie G,
And although we may all be fooled,
There is still a chance that we will see,
The footballing phenomen, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a man that we all see,
A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G,
Playing to the sound of music,
Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
For we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G
