When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Stevie G runs past me,
playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
and in my home, the Spion Kop,
we watch him jog, right in front of me,
spreading @@@@@ with wisdom, Stevie G.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
the local lad turned hero, Stevie G,
and when the jubilant Kopite people,
all living in the Park agree,
that we all know the answer, Stevie G,
and although we may all be fooled,
there is still a chance that we will see,
the footballing phenomenon, Stevie G.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
spreading @@@@@ with wisdom, Stevie G,
and when the night is cloudy,
there is still a man that we all see,
a young, committed Kopite, Stevie G.

Playing to the sound of music,
Stevie G runs past me,
playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
for we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G.