When I was 12 I met a man called Bobby
It was in Ipswich in a lobby,
At first when I seen him he just smiled with
such a glee
I knew he was the man for me,
He was a great man
Even better than Peter Pan,
He looked after me for so many years
He was like a tree with the fruit of the pears,
I know he's above
And I'll always be his son like the feathers
of a dove,
He has now passed away
But every night I say a little pray
For the great man Sir Bobby he will be missed.
I've kept okay and hope to not get pissed.
I will never forget you as long as I live,
You gave me my chance,
I started to bounce.
There are no rules for loving and sharing
But hearts beat faster when someone was caring
Love Gazza
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God bless you both.