Apologies to the Great Bobby Zimmermann... a pastiche on Hurricane
Whisky shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the DJ in a pool of blood,
Cries out, my god, they drunk them all!
Here comes the story of A DIVING c**T,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he should-a been
The champion of the League
Thirty-Three buds lyin there does Patty see
And another man named Bellamy, movin around mysteriously.
I didnt do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only shaggin the hatcheck girl, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin, he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops.
And so they call the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
In the hot Southport night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Stevie G and a couple of friends are drivin around.
Number one contender for the Premier League crown
Had no idea what kinda [Poor language removed] was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
On Merseyside thats just the way things go.
If youre thick you might as well not show up on the street
less you wanna draw the heat.
Bellamy had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and keiron Dyer were just out prowlin around
He said, I saw two men runnin out, they looked like Kopites
They jumped into a white car with Redshite plates.
And miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this ones not brain dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Two in the mornin and they haul Stevie in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin eye
Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy!
Yes, heres the story of the midfield hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the league.
Four months later, Huyton is in flame,
Stevie's in Sarf Landon, fightin for his name
While Fernando and Robbie are still in the daylight robbery game
And the cops are puttin the screws to him, lookin for somebody to blame.
Remember that fight that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
You think you'd like to play ball with the law?
Think it might-a been that gobshiter that you saw runnin that night?
Dont forget that he was white.
Arthur dexter Blueboy said, Im really not sure.
Cops said, a Bluenose like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend bellamy
Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
Youll be doin society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple ABH on him
He aint no gentleman jim.
Stevie could take a ref out with just one dive
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
Its my work, hed say, and I do it for big pay
And when its over Id just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Stevie's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Stevie's mates drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy bugger.
No one doubted that he pulled his togger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-blue jury agreed.
Stevie Gerrard was falsely tried.
The crime was being pissed, guess who testified?
Bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fools hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldnt help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink Mohitas and watch the sun rise
While Stevie sits with Michael in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
Thats the story of the diving c**t,
But it wont be over till they clear his name
And give him back the League they lost.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the League.
c. TD