Lyrics

[INTRO]
In the streets of Leigh, where the Blues are strong
There's a legend born, with a rebel's song

[Verse 1]
He stomps through Leigh in a City shirt,
Shouts “Up the Blues!” till his throat it hurts.
Pint in hand, he's got no fear,
Believes Farage is a bit of a seer.
Trump on the telly, he's got strong views,
Yells 'fake news!' when he's had a few brews.
Down in Warrington, in the Biochem scene,
He's the last lad left — a one-man team.

[CHORUS]
Ohhh Matthew Reilly, born for the fight,
Living on beer and political spite.
Biochem king, with his copper queen,
He’s got dreams of Scouse, but he’s stuck in Leigh.
Raise a glass, raise some hell,
He’s the loudest story you’ll ever tell!

[VERSE 2]
He’s got a fiancée, name of George,
Badge on her chest, and a right good gorge.
Don’t mess around — she’ll cut you down,
With a wit as sharp as a Liverpool crown.
He's got a banter game that's strong and tight,
Takes on all comers, day and night.

[CHORUS]
Ohhh Matthew Reilly, born for the fight,
Living on beer and political spite.
Biochem king, with his copper queen,
He’s got dreams of Scouse, but he’s stuck in Leigh.
Raise a glass, raise some hell,
He’s the loudest story you’ll ever tell!

[BRIDGE]
From the pier to the canal, he's a familiar face,
The king of the chemists, in a working-class place.
He's got a heart of gold, but a tongue of steel,
When the going gets tough, he's the one to reveal.

[CHORUS]
Ohhh Matthew Reilly, born for the fight,
Living on beer and political spite.
Biochem king, with his copper queen,
He’s got dreams of Scouse, but he’s stuck in Leigh.
Raise a glass, raise some hell,
He’s the loudest story you’ll ever tell!

[OUTRO]
So raise your pints, and give a cheer,
For Matthew Reilly, the last man standing here.