I Am a Displaced Scouser

I am a displaced Scouser, Who comes from Bootle way, And no matter where I go, A Scouser will I stay. I eat my chips on Butties, Or perhaps upon a barm, I get by on old Scouse wit, And on my Liverpool charm. But I’ve never owned a tracksuit, It’s simply not my style, And I’m not a football maniac, Or have a police file. So remember that you can’t believe, All that people say, About us lowly Scousers, Who come from Bootle way.