The ballad
Of the Shepton Goal keeper
He thought he'd be a goalie
But he ended a cell sleeper
Deeper undercover
Of the setting sun
You see he's black and white
As a holy nun
Goal keeper
Goal keeper
Now where do you lie
Down in the flowers
Where the sick go to die
Or up in the rafters
With the booms and the bats
Yard bird singing softly
Like a sweet alley cat
Goal keeper Goal keeper
Ring the half time bell
For whom the bell tolls
You know of so well
Bring out your guards
And shuffle your suns
Goal Keeper, goal keeper
So hard when the new day's begun
Shoot straight my pretty
And aim for the heart
I'm in front of the squad
Let the firing start
I open my mouth
But my tongue hangs down
Goal keeper
For England
For King and for Crown
Sing softly my pretty
Let the new day come
The trees whisper briskly
Of change
The murmurs
Of starlings
The circling buzzards
All over the prison walls
With the bandits of hazard
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