Seventeen candles in the midnight glow,
Radio playing soft and low,
There’s a man they call yuzzz, walking tall,
Scarlet dreams hanging on his wall.
From the docks where the river runs free,
He hums an old Mersey melody,
Boots on the pavement, heart in heaven,
He swears his lucky number’s seventeen.
Oh, he sings “You’ll Never Walk Alone,”
Like it’s a line he wrote himself at home,
With every chord and every scene,
He lives and breathes that seventeen.
Seventeen, shining like a football dream,
Red and white in a silver beam,
Hey Jude, don’t let it fade away,
yuzzz believes in better days.
Seventeen, under Anfield lights so bright,
He’s got the Kop singing through the night,
All you need is love, he says,
And a little faith in seventeen.
Strawberry skies and Penny Lane,
He’s dancing in the pouring rain,
With a scarf held high in the Merseyside air,
There’s magic in the songs they share.
From Shankly’s words to the modern game,
Every victory tastes the same,
History echoes loud and clean,
In every shout of seventeen.
Oh, the anthem rolls across the stands,
Like a backbeat from a four-piece band,
With harmonies in red and green,
He closes his eyes at seventeen.
Seventeen, shining like a football dream,
Red and white in a silver beam,
Hey Jude, don’t let it fade away,
yuzzz believes in better days.
Seventeen, under Anfield lights so bright,
He’s got the Kop singing through the night,
All you need is love, he says,
And a little faith in seventeen.
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
Scarlet hearts in the pouring rain,
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
We’ll rise and sing again.
Across the pitch and through the years,
Through joy and laughter, hope and tears,
He stands where legends have once been,
Forever young at seventeen.
Seventeen, like a vinyl spinning round,
With that Merseybeat sound,
All you need is love, he cries,
And seventeen will never die.