Ribbit La Legend

Alright, la.

People ask me where I'm from.

I tell 'em Liverpool.

Then they go,

“No, lad... why are you green?”

None of yer business,

tha'. ...ribbit.

Born by the Mersey,

raised by the rain,

sat on a lily pad

waitin' for me train.

Little webbed feet, big Scouse heart,

three flies for me breakfast,

boss little start.

Bloke

says, “You a frog,

mate?” Yeah.

Observant, aren't yer?

From the river to the pond,

from the pond to town,

if there's water on the pavement

I'll be sittin' down.

Don't need no sunshine,

don't need no tan,

just give me one puddle— I'm a happy little man.

Ribbit... Ribbit,

la... RIBBIT, LA...

RIBBIT LA!

RIBBIT LA! MERSEYSIDE AMPHIBIA!

RIBBIT LA!

RIBBIT LA!

FROG'S SOUND, LAD!

Went the shops Tuesday.

Bird behind the till goes,

“Do you want a bag?”

Course I want a bag,

la. I've got

no pockets. I'm a frog.

Use yer head. Bought some flies,

packet of crisps, sat outside Home Bargains giving everyone tips.

“Boss coat, lad.” “Sound dog,

tha'.”

“Watch that puddle— actually leave it,

I'm havin' that.”

Me dad was a frog.

His dad was a frog.

His dad... Well, apparently he was a newt.

We don't talk about that.

But when the rain falls on the streets of our town,

and every little puddle starts gatherin' round...

I look across the Mersey,

and I think...

Boss, tha'.

Absolutely boss.

So raise yer little webbed hands!

From Anfield to the river!

From the tadpoles to the frogs!

Liverpool... ARE YER READY?!

RIBBIT!

RIBBIT! RIBBIT! LAAAAAAAA!

RIBBIT LA!

LA

RIBBIT!

RIBBIT RIBBIT LAAAA!

HOP TO THE LEFT!

HOP TO THE RIGHT!

SCOUSE

LITTLE FROGS OUT ALL NIGHT!

RIBBIT LA!

RIBBIT LA! BOSS POND!

BOSS CITY! BOSS FROG!

LAAAAAAAA!

Anyway.

Missed me bus now.

Sound. ...ribbit.