Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.

[number 9]

.:: The Boys in Red ::.
We'll fight and no surrender,
We'll fight for the boys in red,
We'll fight the fight for Liverpool,
The team that Shankly bred.
We'll fight for Alun Evans,
We'll fight for Ian St John,
We'll fight the fight for Liverpool,
The pride of division one,
Two, three, four,
Listen to the Kopites roar,
LIV-ER-POOL........
.:: The Catterick Song ::.
Said Catterick to Vernon you're smoking too much,
You're playing like shite and you're losing your touch,
I wish now that I'd signed that Ian St. John
For he is a footballer second to none.
With Hunt alongside him and Cally there too,
There isn't much doubt that they're better than you,
And with all those boys who sing loud on the Kop
Those Redmen are certain to get to the top.
So let us acknowledge the team down the road,
Who play all their football by Bill Shankly's code,
Although I'm the boss of this Everton team.
To play like them Redmen is my biggest dream.
So with that old Catterick went home on the bus,
There wasn't much point in him making a fuss,
Then Vernon jumped into the back of his Jag,
Drank some Johnny Red Walker and lit up a fag.
So what is the moral of this little tale,
You shouldn't smoke ciggies or go drinking ale,
Unless you're a Kopite in Bill Shankly's band
That follows the team that's the best in the land.
.:: The Green Green Grass of Home ::.
Oh the old Kop looks the same,
As I stand and watch the game,
There?s the green green grass that Liddell used to play on,
Now Hunt, St John and Peter Thompson,
Score the goals whenever Shankly wants them,
Oh its good to watch the greatest team at home,
Yes we?ll all be there to see big Rowdy,
And cheer the team that serves us proudly,
When they bring the league championship back home
.:: The Irish Rover ::.
In the year of our Lord eighteen ninety and two,
John Houlding evicted the blues,
From their Anfield abode on the Walton Breck Road,
He was tired of seeing them lose.
Year's behind in rent all their money was spent,
A bank that held nothing but zero's,
But Houlding instead built a team dressed in red,
Liverpool his Anfield heroes.
.:: 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
Victorious and glorious
We took the Gwladys Street
between four of us
And glory be to God that there isn?t anymore of us
Cos we?d take the fucking lot!
.:: The Laughing Policeman ::.
It happened down at Goodison, not so long ago;
The Everton fans were singing, Howard Kendall he must go;
But then he won a trophy, and he was Everton's pride;
You two-faced Everton ******, you're the s**t on Merseyside!!!
Ohhh, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha...
There was a local manager, not so long ago;
The Everton fans were singing, Colin Harvey he must go;
And then they lost at Bramall Lane, so they gave the ** the sack;
But six days later, and they brought the ***** back!!!
Ohhh, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha...
There was a local derby, not so long ago;
The Everton fans were singing, the songs that they all know;
Then Dalglish scored a brilliant goal, but they said it was offside;
But we don't give a s**t because we scored ***** five!!!
Ohhh, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha...
and then they won a trophy and things were looking bright
30,000 Evertonians appeared overnight
but wait until the bubble bursts you know were they will be
right back down in the sewers were they were in 83'
Ohhh, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha...
.:: The Men from Anfield's Spion Kop ::.
Tune : The Shores Of Tripoli
We are the men from Anfield's Spion Kop,
Our team is Liverpool FC.
We like to sing and shout,
Because we know,
We'll cheer the team to victory.
For it's a great team you'll agree,
And we'll go down in history.
We've won the cup, been champions too,
And today we'll murder you.
We're the Liverpool FC.
And if you go to any ground,
You'll always hear our songs.
To see our team we'll be there,
For we know our team will
FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT
It's gonna be a glorious
SIGHT, SIGHT, SIGHT
We all agree it's gonna be
Another glorious vicory
For the Liverpool FC.
.:: The "Original" Amore ! ::.
When he runs down the wing
You can hear the Kop sing
Billy Liddell!
When he runs through to score
You can hear the Kop roar
Billy Liddell
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Bil-ly Lid-dell
.:: The Rocky Road to Wembley ::.
Tune : The Rocky Road to Dublin
 
6th round away from home, wives were broken hearted.
Devils nearly scored almost before we staled.
Packed into the ground, praying for a massacre,
Stood behind a girl, she thought I made a pass at her.
Boyfriend grabbed me arm - sounded the alarm,
I tried me Liverpool charm but he was quite implacable.
18 stone of man - fight them if you can - 'specially Leicester fans
On the rockey road to Wembley.
12345
Draw the ties away and win at home
And thats the way to Wembley
Well I packed me little jar- purely medicinal,
Just to ease the throat before the semi-final.
Aston Villa's ground, what a piece of property.
Jays! could only see the back of Tommy Docherty.
There in Villa park, Thompson lit the spark.
We stayed on till dark in modest joviality,
When we had a feed, we found that it was Leeds - a difficult team indeed,
On the rocky road to Wembley.
12345
Draw the ties away and win at home
And thats the way to Wembley.
.::The Scarf My Father Wore ::.
(To the tune of The Sash My Father Wore)
It was back in nineteen-sixty-five
On the very first day of May.
Me Dad sang and danced for the lads in Red
as he walked down Wembley Way.
Ian St. John scored the goal that won
The Cup we'd never won before.
And as his son I love to wear
The scarf my father wore.
 
It is old but it is beautiful
And its colours they are fine
It was worn in Paris Wemberly
In Rome and on the Rhine
My father wore it as a youth
In the bygone days of yore
And as his son I love to wear
The scarf my father wore.
.:: The Soldier Song ::.
Loyalists are we whose lives are pledged to Anfield,
We have come, [where from]
From the mighty Spion Kop
Sworn to be Red, we're loyal Liverpudlians,
We'll follow our team throughout the land.
Tonight we'll raise the red flag high
For Liverpool we live and die.
And as we march, eternal light,
We will chant a loyal song, Liverpool.
.:: These Boots Are Made For Walking ::.
We'll all sing end raise our glasses up,
When we win the European Cup,
We've got the greatest side in the land,
And we're all known as Shankly's happy band.
These boots are made for shooting.
And thats just what they'll do.
And when we get to Hungary they'll score a goal or two.
They keep saying we'll do something new,
And rest assured thats what we're gonna do,
When Ian St John and Roger come inside.
They'll give the Honved goalie such a fright.
These boots are made for shooting.
And thats just what they'll do.
And when we get to Hungary they'll score a goal or two.
Something else that really makes us sing,
Is Callaghan and Thompson on the wing,
Their centre forward may find things are cloudy.
When he finds himself beneath big Rowdy.
These boots are made for shooting.
And thats just what they'll do.
And when we get to Hungary they'll

[number 9]

.:: This could be ::.
(To the tune of Rotterdam -Beautiful South)
This could be Parc de Princes or Wem-ber-ley
Liverpool or Rome
And when we win in Rotterdam
We'll bring the cup back home.
.:: This Old Man ::.
This old man
He told me
Bryan Robson's got VD
With a knick knack paddywhack
Give the dog a bone
Man United fuck off home
.::Those Were The Days ::.
(To the tune of Those Were The Days, My Friends)
 
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
Na na na na, nana ...
Same tune :
Come on you mighty reds,
Come on you mighty reds,
Come on you reds,
Come on you mighty reds
Come on you mighty reds,
Come on you mighty reds,
Come on you reds,
Come on you mighty reds
 
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.:: Una Paloma Blanca ::.
When the ground is full of Kopites
And the kick off time is near.
Here's the song we'll be singing
When the boys in Red appear.
Liverpool are the greatest,
The greatest team in the land,
Liverpool have the greatest,
The greatest fans in the land,
We are the pride,
Of Merseyside.
Liverpool - they are pure magic.
And no matter where they play,
When we go all over Europe.
You can hear the people say ...
Liverpool are the greatest,
The greatest team in the land,
Liverpool have the greatest,
The greatest fans in the land,
We are the pride,
Of Merseyside
We'll collect another trophy
When we go and play in Rome,
And all the Kopites will be singing
When we're on our way back home.
Liverpool are the greatest,
The greatest team in the land,
Liverpool have the greatest,
The greatest fans in the land,
We are the pride,
Of Merseyside
.::Underneath the Floodlights ::.
Tune : Lily Marlene
Underneath the floodlights
Down in Dusseldorf
All the kop were singing
Bevied 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
 
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W
.:: We are the Scousers ::.
We are the scousers
The cocks of the north
We hate man utd and city of course
We only drink whisky and bottles of brown
The Liverpool boys are in town
Na na na na nanananana nanananana
Oh we're the boys on the social,
The boys on the dole,
We're so fucking ugly
We can't get our hole,
But we all go mental
When we score a goal,
Oh the Liverpool Boys are in town.
Na, na, na.
.:: We Fight For ::.
We dont carry bottles
We dont carry lead
We only carry hatchets to bury in your head
We are loyal supporters
Fanatics everyone
We all hate man city, leeds and everton
We are the pride of europe
The pride of merseyside
We fight for no surrender
We fight for shanklys pride....
We hate Tottenham Hotspur
we hate Chelsea too
but most of all we hate the shite
that play in Royal Blue
.:: We Hate ::.
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Everton too (They're shit !)
We hate Man United
But Liverpool we love you
 
.:: 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
Anh heres 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 a Happy Band ::.
We sing our songs with joy and pride,
Every time we watch our side,
In all the league we are top
We're members of the mighty Kop [mighty Kop]
Chorus
Liverpool supporters we're a happy band (e aye addio)
That's because we're following the best team in the land.
We're leaving in the morning light,
Flying on a chartered plane,
By noon we'll be in Budapest,
By nine we'll know which team is best (team is best)
Hungarians may laugh and grin,
But wait till Roger bangs one in,
And St. John will make them frown,
We'll bring the irion curtain down (curtain down)
Their ghoulash may be up to scratch,
But that won't help them win the match,
When the winning goal brings down the house,
They'll all resort to eating scouse (eating scouse).
.:: We're the Champions ::.
Here in Liverpool we all say with pride,
We are the supporters of the greatest football side,
We are the champions, yes we are the kings,
We are the champions and that is why we sing
Liverpool are the team
We're the best you've ever seen,
You can stick United and the rest
Liverpool are still the best,
Na na, na na na na, hey hey, we're the champions.
We have played the best in Europe and at home
And our sportsmanship and skill to all is known,
We tie the champions, there can be no doubt
We are the champions and that is why we shout
Liverpool are the team
We're the best you've ever seen,
You can stick United and the rest
Liverpool are still the best,
Na na, na na na na, hey hey, we're the champions.
We thank all those teams that gave us such a fright
Now as your champions we'll set the world alight,
We are the champions, shout it from the Kop
We are the champions, that Liverpool are top.
Liverpool are the team
We're the best you've ever seen,
You can stick United and the rest
Liverpool are still the best,
Na na, na na na na, hey hey, we're the champions.
Liverpool are the team
We're the best you've ever seen,
You can stick United and the rest
Liverpool are still the best,
Na na, na na na na, hey hey, we're the champions.
.:: When Johnny Comes Marching Home ::.
While on the bus to Villa Park haroo, haroo,
I heard my mate make this remark haroo,haroo,
We made poor Chelsea weep and ill
Its Liverpool 2 and Chelsea 0
and we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.
Chorus:
So here's to Lawrence, Byrne St John, haroo haroo,
Milne and Yeats and Stevenson haroo,haroo
Hunt and Thompson what a man,
Lawler Smith and Callaghan,
and we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup
For the Liverpool lads raise your glass haroo, haroo
To Stevenson who made the pass - haroo, haroo
Thompson had them in a trance,
Bonetti never stood a chance,
And we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.
It's Wembley on the first of May - haroo, haroo,
It's Leeds United labour day - haroo, haroo,
We'll be there to cheer Bill Shankly's side,
And bring the cup to Merseyside,
And we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.
And if it's a draw you'll hear us moan,
Lets use the coin that beat Cologne,
And we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.
.:: Where Are The Lads ? ::.
(Tune : The Boys Of The Old Brigade)
Oh father why are you so sad,
Your face so pale and fraught,
When all us reds are proud and glad
Of the team that we support.
Oh son I see in memory?s view
Days of long ago you see,
When we cheered and sang
And from the Kop there rang,
Songs of Liverpool FC.
*CHORUS
Where are the lads who stood with me
At Milan and Etienne ?
Oh it grieves me that I will never see
The Spion Kop again.
From Cantril Farm the call to arms
Was heard by one and all,
And from Garston came brave young men
To answer Shankly?s call.
I think of them at St Etienne
Who made the rafters shake,
And in 65, they brought the Kop alive
And made poor Inter quake.
*CHORUS
Where are the lads who stood with me
At Milan and Etienne ?
Oh it grieves me that I will never see
The Spion Kop again.
And so my son I?ve told you why
On this dark day I sigh,
As I recall great players all
From the glory days gone by.
Who played before the greatest fans
Their singing never stopped,
Oh they sang and cheered and Liverpool revered
On the mighty Spion Kop.
*CHORUS
Where are the lads who stood with me
At Milan and Etienne ?
Oh it grieves me that I will never see
The Spion Kop again.
.:: Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Catterick ::.
Who do you think you're kidding Harry Catterick
It you think the 'Pools no good,
There's Stevie Heighway, John Toshack and Christy Lawler too
They scored three goals for Liverpool and worked it right up you!
So who do you think you are kidding Harry Catterick
If you think the 'Pools no good.
The Kop was here, they came to cheer
A famous victory,
With Alan Evans, Tommy Smith
And our leader Bill Shankly,
So who do you think you are kidding Harry Catterick
If you think the 'Pools no good.
Well the Everton supporters they have had quite just enough
They'd seen heir team two goals in front
Then Shankly called his bluff, 1-2-3
So who do you think you're kidding Harry Catterick
If you think the 'pools no good.
.:: Why are we so Good ::.
(To the tune of "Ilkley Moor Baht At")
Oh why are we so GOOD?
Oh why are we so GOOD?
Oh why are we so GOOD?
Because we're Liverpool
Because we're Liverpool
Because we're Liverpool
 
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.:: Yellow Rose of Texas::.
Have you ever heard of the Liverbird of Liverpool FC
Proud on the chest of the team that's best
The team for you and me
The team of Billy Liddell, Dalglish and Bill Shankly
We'll fight fight fight for the red and white of Liverpool FC
.:: 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 a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a 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.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone...
You'll never walk alone
.:: You're Gonna Die ::.
Tune: The Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly
You shouldn't laugh,
You aught to cry.
Cos when we get you outside.
You're gonna die!
The cockney's sing,
I don't know why,
Cos after the game.
They're gonna die!

[number 9]

Ako tko nađe nešto da nije ovdje neka slobodno stavi.
Mislim da bi trebali ovako nešto da ne moramo tražiti okolo.

[Reds_4ever]

number 9 svaka ti cast na trudu, super je ovo, mada si mogao po jedno 2-3 u jedan post

[weka_kt]

number 9 svaka ti cast na trudu, super je ovo, mada si mogao po jedno 2-3 u jedan post

nije mogao jer postovi imaju dozvoljenu količinu teksta.


i da #9 svaka cast na trudu

[number 9]

Post ima 2000 znakova pa sam morao otprilike stavljati broj pjesama u post.
A što se tiče truda bilo mi dosadno na poslu,pa kad čovjek čačka toliko po internetu nekada naiđe i na nešto korisno 

[number 9]

 
His armband proved he was a red - Torres, Torres
You'll never walk alone it said - Torres, Torres
We bought the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball he scores again
Fer-nan-do Torres, Liverpool's number nin

Johhhhnnnnnn Arne Riise
Ooooh Ahhhh
I wanna knoo-ooo-oow
How you scored that goal


 
Hou let the Reds out ? Hou - Houllier
Hou let the Reds out ? Hou - Houllier
 
Poor scouser Tommy
 
I'll tell you a 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 the 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 sand
Well the battle started next morning
Under the Arabian sun
I remember the poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
With the blood rushing 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 are the team who plays 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!

Na na na na na na na na na!

 

[number 9]

Ngog, Ngog
Ngog Ngog Ngog
He tuck's his cock
Inside his sock
Ngog,
Ngog Ngog


In the town where I was born, Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his pride. They were a famous football team,
So we trailed to Anfield Road Singing songs of victory
There we saw 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.


To the tune of The Addams Family

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

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 phenomenon, 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

[number 9]

To the tune of Men of Harlech

Stevie Heighway's always running
John Toshack is always scoring
Then you'll hear the Koptites roaring
Toshack is our king
Men of Anfield here's our story
We have gone from great to glory
We're the greatest team in Europe
Toshack is our king !

Paddy Bergers always running
Michael Owens always scoring
Then you hear the kopites roaring
Fowler is our king


If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Old Trafford tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below below
I'd shit on the bastards below.


You're just too good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you,
You've got a heavenly touch,
You pass like Souness to Rush,
And when we're all drunk in the bars,
We thank the Lord that you're ours,
You're just to good to be true,
Can't get the ball off of you...

Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Geeeer-raaaard

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the Blueshite too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a Red through and through

*repeat last verse


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 everytime.

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

[number 9]

F**k off Chelsea F.C,
you have got no history,
5 European cups and 18 leagues thats what we call history!


Oh bitterness, bitterness
The only thing the blues possess,
I thank the lord that I’ve been blessed,
With none of the blueshite bitterness….

To me this world is a wonderful place,
A red and white glow all over my face,
I feel so good to be alive,
European cups, oh we’ve got five….

(chorus)

The bitters were living in a land of dreams,
“you’ll lose if you ever face a decent team”
But Juventus, Chelsea and Milan tried,
They all got beat so the blueshite cried….

(chorus)

At half time AC thought they had us beat,
The blueshite were dancing in the North Wales streets,
But Stevie G played like a man possessed,
So all they’ve got now is their bitterness….

(chorus)

They said Milan Baros was offside,
They say Steven Gerrard took a dive,
They say Jerzy Dudek shouldn’t have no pride,
But they’ve got none and we’ve got FIVE….

(chorus)

Oh bitterness, bitterness,
The only thing that they possess,
If it wasn’t for Heysel they would be the best,
But they prefer living in bitterness.


Ste Gerrard Gerrard
He'll pass the ball 40 yards
He's big and he's f***ing hard
Ste Gerrard Gerrard
(or)
Ste Gerrard Gerrard
He'll bust em from 40 yards
He's scouse and he's f***ing hard
Ste Gerrard Gerrard

[number 9]

Ohh ohh ohh
We have the best midfield in the world
We got Xabi Alonso, Riera and Gerrard,
Kuyt and Mascheranoooooo


Our number 1 is Carragher
Our number 2 is Carragher
Our number 3 is Carragher
Our number 4 is 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
Our number 5 is Carragher
Our number 6 is carragher
...etc


Oh Manchester (Oh Manchester)
It's full of sh**, it's full of sh**
Oh Manchester is full of sh**
It's full of sh**, sh** and more sh**
Oh Manchester is full of sh**


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

He dives on the left,
He dives on the right,
That boy Ronaldo,
Is f***ing sh*te

Pepe Reina
Pepe Reina
a, a
Pepe Reina
Pepe Reina
a, a

[number 9]

Stamford Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
Stamford Bridge is falling down
Poor old Chelsea
Build it up with Red and White
Red and White
Red and White
Build it up with Red and White
Poor old Chelsea


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 Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the third day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the fourt day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the fifth day of Christmas, Bob Paisey sent to me
Five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the sixth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the seventh day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the eight day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the ninth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the tenth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Ten John Toshack's, nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Eleven Ian Callaghan's, ten John Toshack's, nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the twelth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Twelve David Fairclough's, eleven Ian Callaghan's, ten John Toshack's, nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

[number 9]

LIVERPOOL is the religion!
ANFIELD is our church!
THE KOP is our choir!
STANLEY PARK is our lurtch!
RAFA is our saviour!
GERRARD is the god!
CARRAGHER is our force!
while Lampard's the lazy sod!
PAISLEY laid the foundation!
SHANKLEY built the house!
now RAFA'S doin the garden!
COZ WE ARE F**KING SCOUSE!

Luis Garcia
He drinks Sangria
He came form Barca
To Liverpool
Hes 5 foot 7
Hes football heaven
So please don't take; our Luis away

Ste Gerrard Gerrard
He's better than Frank Lampard
He's big and he's F***ing Hard
Ste Gerrard Gerrard

We'll win it 6 times
We'll win it 6 times
In ancient Rome
We'll win it 6 times

It's only on loan
It's only on loan
In ancient Rome
We'll bring it back home


The city's all ours,
the city's all ours.
F**k off to Kirkby,
The city's all ours

[number 9]

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


Friends, let me tell you of our new sensation,
The man we bought from Skem,
We look to him with great adualation.
As his magic takes it course,
Down either wing along the by way
And soon the world will know,
His name is Heighway.

[number 9]

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