In My Liverpool Home - The Scaffold

In my liverpool home, in my liverpool home

We speak with an accent exceedingly rare,

Meet under a statue exceedingly bare,

And if you want a cathedral, we’ve got one to spare

In my liverpool home…

I was born in liverpool, down by the docks

Me religion was catholic, occupation hard-knocks

At stealing from lorries I was adept,

And under old overcoats each night I slept

In my liverpool home, in my liverpool home

We speak with an accent exceedingly rare,

Meet under a statue exceedingly bare,

And if you want a cathedral, we’ve got one to spare

In my liverpool home…

Way back in the forties the world it went mad

Mister hitler threw at us everything that he had

When the smoke and dust had all cleared from the air

«Thank God» said the ald fella, «the pier head’s still there»

In my liverpool home, in my liverpool home

We speak with an accent exceedingly rare,

Meet under a statue exceedingly bare,

And if you want a cathedral, we’ve got one to spare

In my liverpool home…

When I grew up I met bridget mcgann

She said «your not much but I’m needin a man»

«Well a want sixteen kids and an 'ouse out in speke»

Well the spirit was willing but the flesh it was weak

In my liverpool home, in my liverpool home

We speak with an accent exceedingly rare,

Meet under a statue exceedingly bare,

And if you want a cathedral, we’ve got one to spare

In my liverpool home…

In my liverpool home, in my liverpool home

We speak with an accent exceedingly rare,

Meet under a statue exceedingly bare,

And if you want a cathedral, we’ve got one to spare

In my liverpool home…

In my liverpool home…