A Song for Silvera

Oh, Sammy Silvera, you’re our Aussie king,
Dancing past defenders like you’re on a string!
Left back or the right, you make their ankles sting,
Oh, Sammy Silvera—you're a deadly thing!


Oh-oh-oh-oh, Sammy’s running down the wing!
(Watch him go, watch him go!)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, defenders start to cling!
(But they’re slow, they’re too slow!)


Cross or cut inside, you always find a way,
Boro’s angels cheer you every game you play!
From Sydney to the Riverside, you shine so bright,
Silvera in full flight—what a gorgeous sight!

We can dream.
 
Hi ho Silvera ( you know the tune )
He’s not the loan ranger
He’s out left back now …….

That’s me for now need to gets some work done
 
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing
Love you because, you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring
Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down, down, down, down
Oh Shirley, oh Deborah, oh Julie, oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you
I forget your name, I forget your name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Silvera, too
I forget your name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Silvera, too
I forget your name
 
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