His name was Tony, he was a winger,
With yellow speckles on his head, collecting cheeky balls from Fred.
He would dribble and do the cha-cha,
And while he tried to be a star,
Ronnie always waved his arms.
Across the crowded pitch, he moved from wing to goal,
He was young and pissed off Souness,
Who could ask for more?
With our Tony (co) he's on a mission (feck City)
Our hottest winger who's not in prison (oh)
With our Tony (co) he's fecking smashin'.
Football and passion were always the fashion,
With our Tony, we fell in love.
With yellow speckles on his head, collecting cheeky balls from Fred.
He would dribble and do the cha-cha,
And while he tried to be a star,
Ronnie always waved his arms.
Across the crowded pitch, he moved from wing to goal,
He was young and pissed off Souness,
Who could ask for more?
With our Tony (co) he's on a mission (feck City)
Our hottest winger who's not in prison (oh)
With our Tony (co) he's fecking smashin'.
Football and passion were always the fashion,
With our Tony, we fell in love.