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Verse 1
There’s a guy named Henry, loudest in the street,
Red flag waving, rhythm in his feet.
Sunday afternoon, you hear him from afar,
Voice like a siren, louder than a car.
Pre-Chorus
From the village square to the city lights,
He’s got one belief and he’ll shout it all night.
Chorus
🎤 VIVA LABOUR! he’s screaming again,
Hands in the air, with all his friends.
Loves Labour deep, yeah it’s crystal clear,
Bobby Abela’s name? He’ll cheer and cheer.
Ohhh, hear him roar, hear him say it with flavour:
VIVA LABOUR! VIVA LABOUR!
Verse 2
Scarf round his neck, red in his veins,
Rain or sunshine, joy or pain.
Doesn’t need a mic, doesn’t need a stage,
Henry’s got passion that won’t fit a cage.
Pre-Chorus
People laugh, people stare, but he don’t care,
When Henry starts shouting, you know he’s there.
Chorus
🎤 VIVA LABOUR! echoing loud,
Henry in the middle of the crowd.
From morning coffee to late-night chatter,
To him, that chant is all that matters.
Ohhh, say it louder, no need to savour:
VIVA LABOUR! VIVA LABOUR!
Bridge
It’s not just words, it’s a way of life,
Through every debate, through every strife.
Call him extra, call him wild,
Henry just smiles and shouts it with style.
Final Chorus / Outro
🎤 VIVA LABOUR! one more time,
Henry’s voice out here breaking the line.
Love so strong, it’s almost a flavour,
You already know how he ends the favour—
VIVA LABOUR! 🔴🔥