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Liverpool Football Club Songs and Chants
Songs: Players

Contents

Present
Past
Christian Benteke
Jose Enrique
James Milner
 
 
  Kolo Toure
Christian Benteke
Christian Benteke

Ohhh Christian Benteke!
Ohhh Christian Benteke!
Ohhh Christian Benteke!
Ohhh Christian Benteke!

There's a striker
(To the tune of In the jungle)

There's a striker
A Belgian striker
He's Christian Benteke!

There's a striker
A Belgian striker
He's Christian Benteke!

A-Benteke, a-Benteke, a-Benteke, a-Benteke

Phillipe Coutinho
Coutinho-o-o

Olé Olé
Olé Olé
Coutinho-o-o
Coutinho-o-o
Coutinho-o-o

Olé Olé
Olé Olé
Coutinho-o-o
Coutinho-o-o
Coutinho-o-o

Jon Flanagan
Jon Flanagan
(To the tune of Phenomenon - The Muppets)

Jon Flanagan!

Du du du du du

Jon Flanagan!

Du du du du

Jon Flanagan!

Du du du du du
Du du du
Du du du
Du du du du du du du du du du

Jordan Henderson
Here's to you
(To the tune of Mrs Robinson)

Here's to you,
Jordan Henderson

Brendan loves you more than you will know

Woh-oh-oh

Adam Lallana
He plays on the left

He plays on the left
He plays on the right,
Adam Lallana
Makes Messi look sh*te!

Lucas Leiva
His first name is Lucas

His first name is Lucas (is Lucas, is Lucas)
His second name is Leiva (is Leiva, is Leiva)
And that is why we like him (we like him, we like him)
In fact we f*****g love him (love him, love him)

Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh

Simon Mignolet
He's our keeper
(To the tune of In the jungle)

He's our keeper
Our Belgian keeper
It's Simon Mignolet

He's our keeper
Our Belgian keeper
It's Simon Mignolet

A-Mignolet, a-Mignolet, a-Mignolet, a-Mignolet

James Milner
Midfielder
(To the tune of Cheerleader)

Ooh, I think that I've found myself a midfielder,
He's our new number seven, James Milner!

Ooh, I think that I've found myself a midfielder,
He's our new number seven, James Milner!

Mamadou Sakho
Sakho!

Sakho!
Sakho!
Sakho!
Sakho!

Daniel Sturridge
Danny Sturridge
(To the tune of the Hokey Cokey)

He puts the left boot in
The right boot in
Head in
Volly in
Everything is in, in

He does his little boogie and he turns around
That's what it's all about

Oh Danny Danny Sturridge
Oh Danny Danny Sturridge
Oh Danny Danny Sturridge
And that's what it's all about

Xabi Alonso
A-L-O-N-S-O
(To the tune of Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da)

A-L-O-N-S-O
It's Alonso
Xabi, Xabi Alonso

A-L-O-N-S-O
It's Alonso
Xabi, Xabi Alonso

He came from Sociedad to play in our midfield
His passing and his shooting are sublime
If we had to choose between him and Fat Frank
We would choose Xabi every time

A-L-O-N-S-O
It's Alonso
Xabi, Xabi Alonso

A-L-O-N-S-O
It's Alonso
Xabi, Xabi Alonso

We drew Luton Town in the FA Cup
Xabi and the keeper had a race
Xabi had a shot from 70 yards
You should have seen the look on Gerrard's face

A-L-O-N-S-O
It's Alonso
Xabi, Xabi Alonso

A-L-O-N-S-O
It's Alonso
Xabi, Xabi Alonso

He is our midfield maestro
(To the tune of Let it snow)

He is our midfield maestro
And his passing is so delightful
Everybody wants to know
Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Jamie Carragher
He's Scouse

He's Scouse
He's sound
He'll tw*t you with a pound
Carragher, Carragher

We all dream of a team of Carraghers
(To the tune of We all live in a yellow submarine)

Number one is a Carragher
Number two is a Carragher
Number three is a Carragher
Number four is a Carragher

Carragher!

We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers

Number five is a Carragher
Number six is a Carragher
Number seven is a Carragher
Number eight is a Carragher

Carragher!

We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers

Number nine is a Carragher
Number ten is a Carragher
Number eleven is a Carragher
And twenty-three is a Carragher

Carragher!

We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers

Andy Carroll
Sweet Carroll-nine
(To the tune of Sweet Caroline)

Sweet Carroll-nine (du du du)
You and Suarez look so good (so good, so good, so good)
Scores all the time (du du du)
Just like Kenny said he would!

Peter Crouch
He's big

He's big
He's red
His feet stick out the bed!
Peter Crouch, Peter Crouch!

Jose Enrique
Jose Enrique

Jose, Jose, Jose, Jose
Enrique, Enrique

Jose, Jose, Jose, Jose
Enrique, Enrique

Robbie Fowler
It's Fowler
(To the tune of That's amore)

When the ball hits the net
It's a fairly safe bet that it's Fowler
Robbie Fowler
 
And when Liverpool score
You will hear the Kop roar "Oh, it's Fowler
Robbie Fowler"
 
Ian Rush, Roger Hunt
Who's the best man up front? "Oh, it's Fowler
Robbie Fowler"

He's the King of the Kop
He's the best of the lot
Robbie Fowler

One Robbie Fowler

One Robbie Fowler
There's only one Robbie Fowler

One Robbie Fowler
There's only one Robbie Fowler

Luis Garcia
Luis Garcia
(To the tune of You are my sunshine)

Luis Garcia
He drinks Sangria
He came from Barca
To Liverpool
He's five foot seven
He's football heaven
So please don't take our Luis away

Steven Gerrard
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
(To the tune of Que sera, sera)

Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
He'll kick it from forty yards
He's big and he's f*****g hard
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard

Steve Gerrard is our captain

Steve Gerrard is our captain
Steve Gerrard is a red
Steve Gerrard plays for Liverpool
Scouser born and bred

Stevie G
(To the tune of Let it be)

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 balls 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 phenomen, Stevie G
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G

Spreading balls 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

You're just too good to be true
(To the tune of Can't take my eyes off of you)

You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You pass like Souness to Rush
You've got a heavenly touch
And when we're p*ssed in the bars
We thank the Lord that you're ours
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

Oh...
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the blue sh*tes too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a red through and through

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the blue sh*tes too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a red through and through

Emlyn Hughes
Come all

Come all without
Come all within
You ain't seen nothing like the Mighty Emlyn

Come all without
Come all within
You ain't seen nothing like the Mighty Emlyn

Sami Hyypia
Oh Sami Sami

Oh Sami Sami
Sami Sami Sami Sami Hyypia

Sami Hyypia
(To the tune of The Addams family theme tune)

In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia

Glen Johnson
Johnson
(To the tune of Monster)

What's that coming over the hill?
Is it a monster?
No it's just Johnson!

Robbie Keane
He's quick

He's quick
He's red
He talks like Father Ted
Robbie Keane, Robbie Keane

Keane for a fiesta
(To the tune of Fiesta by The Pogues)

Oh Robbie Keane grew up in Dublin
With Fowler's poster above his bed
He played for Inter, Leeds and Tottenham too
But he's always been a Red

He wears the sacred number 7
And with his pace teams will be scared
He'll do a cartwheel and run towards the Kop
As he kisses the Liverbird

Harry Kewell
Harry, Harry Kewell
(To the tune of Daddy cool)

Harry,
Harry Kewell

Harry,
Harry Kewell

Dirk Kuyt
He's blonde

He's blonde
He's Dutch
We like him very much
Dirk Kuyt, Dirk Kuyt

Javier Mascherano
Javier Mascherano

Ohhhh
Oh, oh, oh
Ohhh, oh

Ohhh
Oh, oh, oh
Ohhh, oh

Javier Mascherano
Javier Mascherano
Javier Mascherano
Javier Mascherano

Gary McAllister
Gary Macca

Oohhh! Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca,
Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca

Oh we Love yer Baldy 'ead (Oh we Love yer Baldy 'ead)
Yer Baldy 'ead, yer Baldy 'ead
You're Gary Mac (You're Gary Mac)
OOhhh! Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac

Oh we loved yer Derby Goal
Oh we loved yer Barca Pen
Oh we loved yer Spurs Peno
Oh we loved yer Coventry Goal
Oh we loved yer Bradford Goal
Oh we loved yer Dortmund Pen
Oh we love your sweet right foot
Oh we got you on a free
Oh we went and won all three
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac

David N'Gog
N'Gog
(To the tune of Heigh-Ho)

N'Gog, N'Gog
N'Gog, N'Gog, N'Gog
He tucks his c**k
Into his sock
N'Gog, N'Gog, N'Gog

Pepe Reina
Pepe Reina
(To the tune of the Macarana)

One Pepe, two Pepe, three Pepe Reina
He comes from Spain and he eats paella
One Pepe, two Pepe, three Pepe Reina
Hey, Pepe Reina!

Albert Riera
A-L-B-E-R-T

A-L-B [clap, clap]
E-R-T [clap, clap]
Albert Riera's the one for me!

John Arne Riise
John Arne Riise

John Arne Riise
Oooh-Aaah
I wanna know-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)
How you scored that goal

Ian Rush
Ian Rush

Ian Rush
Ian Rush
Ian, Ian Rush
He gets the ball
He scores a goal
Ian, Ian Rush

Ian Rush
Ian Rush
Ian, Ian Rush
He gets the ball
He scores a goal
Ian, Ian Rush

Momo Sissoko
Momo Sissoko

He wears his funky glasses
Dumps opponents on their arses
(Forget about his passes)
He's big Momo, y'know

Luis Suarez
I just can't get enough
(To the tune of I just can't get enough)

His name is Luis Suarez
He wears the famous red
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough

When he scores a volley
When he scores a head
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough

When he scores, the Kop goes wild
And I just can't seem to get enough Suarez

Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Luis Suarez!

Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Luis Suarez!

Oh I wish I could watch Suarez everyday
(To the tune of I wish it could be Christmas everyday)

Oh I wish I could watch Suarez, everyday
When the skills start flowing and he sticks a chance away
Oh I wish I could watch Suarez, everyday
So let the chants...
Ring out...
For Suarez

When Suarez gets a pen
(To the tune of He's a jolly good fellow)

When Suarez gets a pen
When Suarez gets a pen
We're gonna have a party
We're gonna have a party
We're gonna have a party
When Suarez gets a pen

Fernando Torres
Torres
(To the tune of The animals went in two by two)

The armband proved he was a red
Torres, Torres
You'll never walk alone it said
Torres, Torres
We got the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball and scores again
Fernando Torres
Liverpool's number nine

Na na na na na na na na
Torres, Torres
Na na na na na na na na
Torres, Torres
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Fernando Torres
Liverpool's number nine

Kolo Toure
Kolo

Kolo
Kolo, Kolo
Kolo, Kolo
Kolo, Kolo Toure

Kolo
Kolo, Kolo
Kolo, Kolo
Kolo, Kolo Toure

Ron Yeats
Bill Shankly's pride and joy

Let me tell you of our football team
Liverpool is the name
We've won the league, we've won the cup
We're the finest in the game

We've got the greatest skipper any manager could employ
Let's drink six crates to big Ron Yeats
Bill Shankly's pride and joy