My Northern English heritage has always been a source of personal pride

I’ve always believed that I was born the right side of the North/South divide

An industrial revolutionary raised from the stock of the working classes

A staunch belief in equal rights, human rights and justice for the masses

So as a man of principal, it’s hard to ditch my northern sisters and brothers

To head south of the border and stand side by side with Southern others

But the thought of shrill scouse voices rattling round my head

Singing you will never walk alone fills my heart with dread

Therefore on the first of June, this Mancunian son won’t give two hoots

About his Northern English Heritage or his Northern English Roots

I’ll be cheering on Pottechino’s boys, resplendent all in white

As they take on and overcome Jurgen Klops red shite

Fingers crossed that Tottenham Hotspur are crowned European masters

As the mickeys cry into their scarfs to the tune of …

You Scouse Bastards!

You Scouse Bastards!

You Scouse Bastards!

You Scouse Bastards!