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.
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
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