Pieśń Billy the King
Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink
To Billy the king, the king, the king,
The creator of the greatest team,
For he invented professional football,
And this year we'll win the league.
Now Gerry Byrne,
Refused a tourniquet,
When he's broken his collarbone,
And they just rubbed on medicinal compound,
And Gerry goes marching on, on, ON!
Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink
To Billy the king, the king, the king,
The creator of the greatest team,
For he invented professional football,
And this year we'll win the league.