Oh how i'd like to pull it,
My fingers firm my digits ensconced,
Amidst those wisps at the back of your bonce,
Oh Gerry does your talent to coach,
Lie within your Chris Waddly hairdo approach?
If i rip it from root will we still bear the fruit,
Of your power to make us so tactically astute?
You're the Samson of Stoke,
You're the meat in our lobby,
You're a wonderful bloke,
And your hair is your hobby,
It's grey and it's long and it's silky and smooth,
And it's just like the football with which we have proved,
How to shoot up the Prem like a speeding red bullet,
And it's all down to you Gerry and your magnificent mullet
I love you Gerry
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