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A Liverbird upon my chest Poor Scouser Tommy
Anny Road aggro Show them the way to go home
Bill Shankly boys The reds are coming up the hill
Bill Shankly from Glenbuck Those were the days
Billy the King Twelve days of Christmas
Bring on yer Manchester United Underneath the floodlights
Did the ball go in? We all live in a red and white Kop
Every other Saturday We are the Scousers
Fields of Anfield Road We have the best midfield in the world
Istanbul is wonderful We love you Liverpool
L-I-V We're gonna win the league
Liv-er-pool We're Liverpool, The Spion Kop
Liverpool is the religion We're not English, we are Scouse
Liverpool Liverpool Liverpool We're on the march with Brendan's army
Oh Campione We're the best behaved supporters in the land
Oh come all ye faithful We're the pride of Merseyside
Oh when the reds go marching in We won it five times
Poetry in motion You'll never walk alone
A liverbird upon my chest

Here's a song about a football team
The greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total football
They've won the league, Europe and all

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush: four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue

Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
There's not a trophy to be seen
'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds on Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton 0

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

We remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

Now back in 1965
When great Bill Shankly was alive
We're playing Leeds: the score's 1-1
When it fell to the head of Ian St John

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

On April 15th '89
What should have been a joyous time
Ninety-six friends, we all shall miss
And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE!)

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

Anny Road aggro

Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly
Have you heard of the North Bank, Highbury?
Shanks said, "No,
I don't think so,
But I've heard of the Anny Road aggro"

Bill Shankly boys

If you're tired and you're weary
And your heart skips a beat,
You'll get your f*****g head kicked in
If you walk down Heyworth Street.
If you come to The Albert
You'll hear our famous noise,
Get out you Everton b*****ds,
We're the Billy Shankly Boys.

We're the boys from The Kop
We're loyal and we're true,
And when we play the Everton
We're ready for a do.
With a cry of "no surrender",
You'll hear our famous noise.
Get out you Everton b*****ds,
We're the Billy Shankly Boys!

Bill Shankly from Glenbuck

Twas on a cold December's day
Back in 1959,
When a man came down from Hudersfield Town
To lead the Anfield line.
He bought Yeats from Dundee and St. John
And the football world was shook,
This man he became a legend:
Bill Shankly from Glenbuck.

On the Kop we'd sway and sing
Till our hearts would burst with pride,
And Shanks he made a pact with us
To build another side.
With Keegan, Tosh and Steve Heighway
The great man kept his word,
Then in '74 he bade farewell
Our dear old Scottish Laird.

Now when Shanks was gone we sang walk on
But feared we'd walk alone,
The search was on to find the one
Who could fill the masters throne.
The one we crowned became renowned
Throughout the football game,
Three European Cups, six championships,
Bob Paisley was his name.

Now when Bob stepped down he left his crown
Inside his Anfield home,
Joe Fagan came and brought new fame
With a treble won in Rome.
Though the Heysel year left Joe in tears,
The following year he'd sing,
When we won the league and FA Cup
And Kenny was our king.

When he played in red, Bob Paisley said
He's the best he'd ever seen,
And the team he built in '88
Ruled the football league supreme.
And when Hillsborough left us all bereaved
And the Kop bedecked in flowers,
Kenny proved he truly was a king
In Anfield's darkest hour.

Now the mantles being passed to a man from France
And it's Houllier we praise,
As the reds walk on, the Kop's in song
And we savour glory days.
Days of ball to feet, of victory sweet
Days of passion, guile and fire:
The legacy of one so great
Bill Shankly from Ayshire.

Billy the King

Oh let's drink, a drink, a drink
To Billy the King, the King, the King,
The creator of the greatest team,
For he invented professional football,
And this year we'll win the league.
 
Now Gerry Byrne,
Refused a tourniquet,
When he's broken his collarbone,
And they just rubbed on medicinal compound,
And Gerry goes marching on, on, ON!

Oh let's drink, a drink, a drink
To Billy the King, the King, the King,
The creator of the greatest team,
For he invented professional football,
And this year we'll win the league.

Bring on yer Manchester United

Bring on yer Manchester United
Bring on yer Cockneys by the score,
And we'll take you two by two,
Kicking the f**k out of you,
'Cos Liverpool is the team that we adore!

Did the ball go in?
(To the tune of the Hokey Cokey)

Did the ball go in?
Did the ball stay out?
In out, In out
The Kop had no doubt
We all went to Istanbul
And Chelsea went out
And that's what it's all about!

We're the European Champions
We're the European Champions
We're the European Champions
And that's what it's all about!

Every other Saturday

Every other Saturday's me half day off
And it's off to the match I go
I like to take a stroll along the Anfield Road
Me and me old pal Joe
I like to see the lasses with their red scarves on
I like to hear the Kopites roar
But I don't have to tell that best of all
Is when we see Liverpool sc-o-o-o-ore
 
We've won the English League about a thousand times
And UEFA was a simple do
We've played some exhibitions in the FA Cup
We are the Wembley Wizards too
But when we won the European Cup in Rome
Like we should have done years before
We gathered down at Anfield
Boys a hundred thousand strong
To give the boys a welcome ho-om-me
Kenny, oh Kenny
I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals, oh Kenny
Oh Kenny

Fields of Anfield Road
(To the tune of Fields of Athenry)

Outside the Shankly Gates
I heard a Kopite calling 
Shankly they have taken you away
But you left a great eleven
Before you went to heaven
Now there's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

Outside the Paisley Gates
I heard a Kopite calling
Paisley they have taken you away
But you led the great eleven
Back in Rome '77
And the redmen they're still playing the same way

All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

Outside the Hillsborough Gates
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many taken on this day?
Justice has never been done
But in memory, they live on
And they'll be glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

Istanbul is wonderful
(To the tune of When the saints go marching in)

Oh Istanbul (Oh Istanbul)
Is wonderful (Is wonderful)
Oh Istanbul is wonderful
It's full of mosques, kebabs and Scousers
Oh Istanbul is wondeful

L-I-V

L-I-V
E-R-P
Double-O L
Liverpool FC

Liv-er-pool

And it's Liv-er-pool
Liverpool FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen

Liverpool is the religion

Liverpool is the religion
Anfield is our church
The Kop is our choir
Stanley Park is our lurtch
Rafa is our saviour
Gerrard is our God
Carragher's our force
While Lampard's the lazy sod!
Shankly laid foundations
Paisly built the house
Now Rafa's doing the garden
'Cos we are f*****g Scouse!

Liverpool Liverpool Liverpool

Liverpool
Liverpool
Liverpool

Liverpool
Liverpool
Liverpool

Liverpool
Liverpool
Liverpool

Liverpool...
LIVERPOOL!

Oh Campione

Oh Campione,
The one and only,
We're Liverpool.
They say our days are numbered; we're not famous anymore,
But Scousers rule the country like we've always done before.
Oh Campione.
The one and only,
We're Liverpool.

Oh come all ye faithful
(To the tune of Oh come all ye faithful)

Oh come all ye faithful,
joyful and triumphant,
Oh come ye, Oh come ye to Anfield.
Come and behold them
They're the Kings of Europe.
Oh come let us adore them,
Oh come let us adore them,
Oh come let us adore them,
LIVERPOOL!

Oh when the reds go marching in
(To the tune of When the saints go marching in)

Oh when the reds
Go marching in
Oh when the reds go marching in
I wanna be in that number
Oh when the reds go marching in

Poetry in motion

We are Liverpool (tra la la la)
We are Liverpool (tra la la la la la)
We are Liverpool (tra la la la)
We're the best football team in the land (Yes we are!)

Poetry in motion (tra la la la)
Poetry in motion (tra la la la la la)
Poetry in motion (tra la la la)
We're the best football team in the land (Yes we are!)

Poor Scouser Tommy

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
Who was sent far away from his home,
To fight for his king and his country
And also the old folks back home.

So they put him in a Highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land,
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there's nothing to see but the sands.

In a battle that started next morning
Under an Arabian sun,
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun.

As he lay on the battle field dying, dying, dying,
With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head),
As he lay on the battle field dying, dying, dying,
These were the last words he said:

Oh, I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I go there quite a lot (every week)

We support the team that's dressed in Red
A team that we all know
A team that we call Liverpool
And to glory we will go

We've won the League, we've won the Cup
We've been to Europe too
We played the Toffees for a laugh
And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil!

One two
One two three
One two three four
Five nil!

Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four!

Show them the way to go home

Show them the way to go home
They're tired and they want to go to bed 
Cos they're only half a football team
Compared to the boys in Red

The reds are coming up the hill

The reds are coming up the hill, boys
The reds are coming up the hill, boys

They all laugh at us
They all mock at us
They all say our days are numbered

Born to be a Scouse
Victorious are we,
If you wanna win a cup
Then you'd better hurry up
'Cos we're Liverpool FC

Those were the days

Those were the days my friends
We took the Stretford End
We took the Shed
The North Bank Highbury

We took the Geordies too
We fought for Liverpool
We are the Kop
Of Liverpool FC

Twelve days of Christmas
(To the tune of the Twelve days of Christmas)

On the first day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
A Clemo in our goal

On the second day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the third day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the fourth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the fifth day of Christmas, Bob Paisey sent to me:
Five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the sixth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the seventh day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Seven Kevin Keegans, six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the eighth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Eight Jimmy Cases, seven Kevin Keegans, six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the ninth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Nine Stevie Heighways, eight Jimmy Cases, seven Kevin Keegans, six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the tenth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Ten John Toshacks, nine Stevie Heighways, eight Jimmy Cases, seven Kevin Keegans, six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Eleven Ian Callaghans, ten John Toshacks, nine Stevie Heighways, eight Jimmy Cases, seven Kevin Keegans, six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

On the twelth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me:
Twelve David Faircloughs, eleven Ian Callaghans, ten John Toshacks, nine Stevie Heighways, eight Jimmy Cases, seven Kevin Keegans, six Emlyn Hugheses, five Ray Kennedys, four Tommy Smiths, three Joey Joneses, two Phil Neals and a Clemo in our goal

Underneath the floodlights

Underneath the floodlights,
Down in Dusseldorf,
All the kop were singing-
Bevvied up of course.
We've been to Lisbon and to Rome,
And our team "never walk alone".
We're going off to Europe to bring the cup back home.

All the way from Anfield to the gates of Rome,
All the way from Anfield to bring the trophy home,
Nothing can stop us come what may.
We'll have our say: this is our day.
Liverpool's red army,
Is marching on it's way.

We all live in a red and white Kop
(To the tune of We all live in a yellow submarine)

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a red and white Spion Kop

We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop

In a town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the seas
And he told me of his pride
They were a famous football team
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly

We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop

We are the scousers

We are the Scousers
The c**ks of the north
We hate Man United
And City of course
We only drink whiskey
And bottles of brown
The Liverpool boys
Are in town

Na na na na na na na na

We have the best midfield in the world

Oh oh oh
We've got the best midfield in the world:
Xabi Alonso, Momo Sissoko
Gerrard and Mascherano!

We love you Liverpool

We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
Oh Liverpool we love you

Shankly is our hero, he showed us how to play,
The mighty reds of Europe are out to win today.
He made a team of champions, with every man a king
And every game we love to win and this is what we sing.

We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
Oh Liverpool we love you

Clemence is our goalie, the best there is around
And Keegan is the greatest that Shankly ever found.
Heighway is our favourite, a wizard of the game
And here's the mighty Toshack to do it once again.

We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
Oh Liverpool we love you

We've won the league, we've won the cup, we're masters of the game,
And just to prove how good we are we'll do it all again.
We've got another team to beat and so we've got to try
'Cos we're the best in all the land and that's the reason why ...

We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
We Love you Liverpool, we do
Oh Liverpool we love you

We're gonna win the league
(To the tune of He's a jolly good fellow)

We're gonna win the league
We're gonna win the league
And now you're gonna believe us
And now you're gonna believe us
And now you're gonna believe us
We're gonna win the league

We're Liverpool, The Spion Kop
(To the tune of Lord of the dance)

We're Liverpool
The Spion Kop
We've conquered Europe and we're never gonna stop
We're Kenny's boys
We're LFC
And we will follow you wherever you may be

We're not English, we are Scouse

We're not English, we are Scouse
We're not English, we are Scouse
We're not English
We're not English
We not English, we are Scouse

You can stick your royal family up your arse
You can stick your royal family up your arse
You can stick your royal family
Stick your royal family
You can stick your royal family up your arse

We're on the march with Brendan's army

We're on the march with Brendan's army
We're all going to Wembley
And we'll really shake 'em up
When we win the FA cup
'Cos Liverpool are the greatest football team

We're the best behaved supporters in the land

We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're the best behaved supporters
The best behaved supporters
We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)

We're a right shower of b*****ds when we lose
We're a right shower of b*****ds when we lose
We're a right shower of b*****ds
A right shower of b*****ds
We're a right shower of b*****ds when we lose (but we don't!)

We're the pride of Merseyside

We're the pride,
We're the pride,
We're the pride of Merseyside...
We're the pride of Merseyside!

We won it five times

We won it at Wembely
We won it in Gay Paris
In '77 and '84 it was Rome

We've won it five times
We've won it five times
In Istanbul, we won it five times

When Emlyn lifted it high
He lit up the Roman sky
Thommo in Paris and Souness did it as well

We've won it five times
We've won it five times
In Istanbul, we won it five times

At Wembley we won it at home
Took twenty-six thousand to Rome
Twenty thousand to Paris when we won it again

We've won it five times
We've won it five times
In Istanbul, we won it five times

Stevie G's eyes lit up
As he lifted the European Cup
21 years and now it's coming back home

We've won it five times
We've won it five times
In Istanbul, we won it five times

You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on
Walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone