Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.

[number 9]

.:: A Little Touch of Scotland ::.
A little touch of Scotland came to Liverpool one day,
He looked around and said "Och man aye, this is where I'll stay",
And from that moment he worked hard to build a team so grand,
And now today we have the greatest team in all the land,
Shankly, oh yes Bill Shankly,
Shankly we love you,
For all the things you've done for us while here at Liverpool,
Bill Shanky we thank you.
Nowhere would you find a man who is the same as he,
And all who meet him love him for his humility,
For that and many other things our thanks we give to him,
And do you see we're talking of Bill Shankly. Aye that's him!
Shankly, oh yes Bill Shankly,
Shankly we love you.
For all the things you've done for us while here at Liverpool.
Bill Shankly we thank you.

.:: A Scouse At Warwick Station ::.
One scouse at warwick station
One Stanley sitting by his side
Quick trip to Picadilly
Then we'll fucking take Moss Side

.:: After The Ball Is Over ::.
After the game is over,
After the whistle blew,
Campbell got excited,
And down the wing he flew,
He passed the ball to Liddell
Liddell scored a goal,
And left poor Everton's goalie,
Flying on his 'ole

[number 9]

.:: Albert Stubbins ::.
You can keep Billy Liddell,
You can keep Roger Hunt,
David Johnson was a bit of a cunt.
You can keep Kenny Dalglish
You can keep Ian Rush
Albert Stubbins is the man for us,
ALB
ERT
Albert Stubbins is the one for me.

.:: Allez allez ::.

Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Gerard Houllier
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Gerard Houllier

.:: All Say Thanks ::.

He was born in bonny Scotland
And he played the football game
He came to Liverpool in '59
To help us win again
Then with his mighty red army
He marched to victory
He was a legend in his time
Our hero bill shankly
So all say thanks to the Shanks
He never walked alone
Lets sing our song for all the world
From this his Liverpool home
No matter were you come from
No matter who you are
Remember the year of '59
When the reds they found a star
And now he shines so brightly
For the boys of Liverpool
Soon the world was about to find
This man was nobody's fool
So all say thanks to the Shanks
He never walked alone
Lets sing our song for all the world
From this his Liverpool home
Then he asked no favours
Just hard work lets get it right
You can only succeed through dedication
And his men they all saw the light
He gave this town his loyalty
And proved it all by success
So always remember when we had Bill Shankly
We all knew we had the best
So all say thanks to the Shanks
He never walked alone
Lets sing our song for all the world
From this his Liverpool home

[number 9]

.:: Anfield in the Rare Oul Times ::.
(To the tune of "Dublin in the Rare Oul Times")
Raised on Rush and Hansen
Heroes of the Red
A brave Attacking football that left the rest for dead
The Hallowed Turf and trophies
The Kops chanted Rhymes
Were part of what was Anfield in the rare oul times
Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
We're a part of what was Anfield in the rare oul times
Standing on the Kop with friends
Singing, swaying too
Watching Reds with glory
But that was long ago
Now we watch in fear and anger
As money takes our game
And Anfield keeps on changing
Nothing seems the same
McDonalds before Shankly
Reebok Carlsberg too
And though we still feel angry
Theres nothing we can do
On the pitch theres hope again
Off it still declines
We"re a part of what was Anfield in the rare oul times
Ring a ring.........
But we gave our hearts to Liverpool
And there they'll always stay
With a great undying passion
No money takes away
We'd live and die for Liverpool
But our hearts will always swell for
Shankly Paisley Fagan
And the old ground we loved so well

    Anfield Way
Down Anfield Way the world is gay
All Kopites are to tingle,
With rows and rows of crimson flags
From Bootle up to Dingle.
The toast is to eleven men
Who wear the scarlet jersey.
Their names will live forever more
Along the river Mersey.
They'll take their place in history
Amongst the all time greats,
Thompson, Byrne, St. John, and Hunt
And Skipper Rowdy Yeats.
So let us sing a song or two
On Wembley's famous ground,
And let London town re-echo
To that famous Mersey sound.
They beat the Leeds two goals to one
And Rowdy met the queen,
And Gerry broke his collar bone
As brave as you have seen.
And when they bring that cup back home
Through streets all paved in Red,
Those LiverBirds will fly away
Just like Bill Shankly said.

     Anny Road End
We're all mad, we're all round the bend,
We are the Anny road end,
We're not fucking Kopite Gobshites,
We're going down the Road end for the big fight, Na na na .....

[number 9]

    Best Midfield In The World
(To the tune The Entertainer)

Wooooo woo woo woo
We've got the best midfield in the world
We've got Xabi Alonso, Momo Sissoko
Gerrard and Mascherano

   Billy Shankly Boys

If you're tired and you're weary
And your heart skips a beat
You'll get your fucking 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 bastards
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
To the cry of "NO SURRENDER"
You'll hear our famous noise
Get out you Everton bastards
We're the Billy Shankly Boys.

       Bill Shankly From Glenbuck
(To the tune of Sean South)
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 truely was a king
In Anfields darkest hour.
Now the mantles being past to a man from France
And it's Houllier we praise.
As the reds walk on, the Kops 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.

[number 9]

.:: 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,
Lets drink six crates to big Ron Yeats,
Bill Shankly's pride and joy.
.:: Billy the King ::.
Oh lets 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 lets 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 ... ::.
Bring on your Manchester United,
Bring on your cockneys by the score,
And we'll take them two by two,
And kick fuck out of you
Cos Liverpool are the team that we adore
 
C
.:: Campione ::.
(based on a PAOK Anthem)
Ooooh 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,
Ooooh Campione,
The one and only,
We're Liverpool

.:: Come All ::.
(to the tune of The Mighty Quinn)
Come all without
Come All within
You ain't seen nothing like the Mighty Emlyn
 

[number 9]

D
.:: Dambusters' March ::.
We all hate Leeds and Leeds and Leeds,
Leeds and Leeds and Leeds,
Leeds and Leeds and Leeds,
We all fucking hate Leeds ...
.:: Doo Dah ::.
It's ten past nine and stabbing time,
Doo Dah Doo Dah....
.:: Dynamite::.
All the grime all the grit
All the muck and all the shit
Gordon Lee's got it all in his team
 
E
.::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 ohhh Kenny
I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals oh Kenny
ohhh Kenny

[number 9]

F
.:: Fields of Anfield Road ::.
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 it's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.
Chorus :
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could 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..
You led the great 11
Back in Rome in 77
And the redmen they are still playing the same way
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road
.:: Forever Blowing Bubbles ::.
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high
Nearly reach the sky
Then like West Ham
They fade and die
Tottenham's always running
Chelsea's running too
And if you come to Anfield
We'll be running after you
(The old Rd Enders tended to sing "I'm forever throwing bottles ..."
.:: Fuck Em All ::.
Fuck em all
Fuck em all
At Anfield the Forest did fall
Coz we were not mastered
By Cloughie's red bastards
We are the cream of them all
 
G
.:: 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 3
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary

[number 9]

.:: Gary Mac the Knife ::.
Easter monday at the shit pit
Blue scum crying what a sight
Walking wounded, gaping gashes
Left by Gary Mac ?the knife?.
Twisted faces spitting venom
Season tickets torn to shreds
Smashed up bus stops, housewives beaten
As reds lay w*nking in their beds.
Round to my house all the boys came
We wont go that, pit no more
Woke the kids up doin the conga
At twenty five past fucking four.
Two were hanging from the lampshade
Another clung to the curtain pole
I got my head stuck in the ceiling
When Gary scored that fucking goal.
Oh what a party , what a scoreline
I've never been so fucking pissed
Andrew Lloyd Webber , Walt fucking Disney
Couldnt have wrote a better script.
Crying bastards chipped up arseholes
Wondering ?why? , all round the ground
You disrespected the minutes silence
So boy what ?goes round comes around?.
You are the pimple on our arseholes
You're the shite between our toes
You're the skidmarks in our undies
And the bogies up our nose.
On the front of every programme
Kenwright productions proudly present
A puppet show for all the children
Every Saturday at 3 pm.
Now im so happy im doin strange things
Last night I even kissed the wife
Said ?excuse me? when I farted
Because of Gary Mac ? the kniiiiiiiiiiiiiiife?
..........Look out ole Gary's back in town
 
.:: Gathering Cups In May ::.
Here we go gathering Cups in May,
Cups in May, Cups in May,
Here we go gathering Cups in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.
.:: Good King Wenceslas ::.
Vegard Heggem scored a goal on the feast of Stephen,
Vegard Heggem scored a goal as the fans were leaving,
Liverpool they won three-one
Carragher and Jamie,
Vegard Heggem scored a goal,
All the fans went crazy.
 
H
.:: Henchoz ::.
(To the tune of "Hi-ho")
Henchoz, Henchoz
Henchoz Henchoz Henchoz
When we attack
He's always back
Henchoz
Henchoz Henchoz Henchoz
.:: He's... ::.
He's Czech
He's great
He's Paddy Berger's mate
Vladimir, Vladimir
He's red
He's white
He scores against the sh!te
Nick Barmby, Nick Barmby
He's fat
He's round
He bounces on the ground
Sammy Lee Sammy Lee
He's fat
He's shit
He's never fuckin' fit
Peter Reid Peter Reid
He's big
He's Dutch
We like him very much
Westerveld Westerveld
.::Hou Let the Reds Out? ::.
(To the tune of who let the dogs out)
Hou let the Reds out? Hou, Houllier
Hou let the Reds out? Hou, Houllier.
I
.:: Ian Rush ::.
Ian Rush
Ian Rush
Ian, Ian Rush
He gets the ball
He scores a goal
Ian, Ian Rush

[number 9]

.:: In My Liverpool Home ::.
Wembley's our second home,
Wembley's our second home,
We're going to Wembley to cheer on our team,
To fight for the best team that we've ever seen,
And watch Emlyn Hughes get the cup off the Queen
Wembley's our second home.
From our Liverpool home,
The reds will go marching to Rome.
We'll give Monchengladbach a night to forget.
As goal after goal flies into their net.
Borussia won't beat us cos we are the best,
The Reds will go marching to Rome.
.:: It's A Long Way To Wembley Stadium ::.
It's a long way to Wembley stadium
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Wembley stadium
To see the greatest team I know.
So it's goodbye Upper Parly, farewell Clayton Square.
It's a long, long way to Wembley stadium,
But Liverpool will be there.
 
J
.:: John Barnes ::.
We love John Barnes, we love John Barnes
J.B. We love Johnny on the ball
He's fantastic, legs elastic
He stands proud while all defenders fall,
Shout it loud like, Shout it all around like,
Shout it in the ground like, Or anywhere at all, that
We love John Barnes, We love John Barnes,
We love John Barnes, Johnny on the ball.
.:: Johnny Barnes ::.
Oh his father was a soldier [repeat]
He couldn't play the football [repeat]
His son he played for Watford [repeat]
But now he play for Liverpool [repeat]
His name is Johnny Barnes [repeat]
He comes from Jamaica [repeat]
And if you read the papers [repeat]
He's going to Italia [repeat]
Oh no no, no no no, no no no, no no no no.
.:: Johnny Barnes ::.
Johnny Barnes went that way
Four defenders went that way
 
K
.:: Kelly The Boy From Killane ::.
Whats the news, whats the news
O my brave Anfield fans
As you wait for the game to begin
Milne and Byrne are both hurt
But each noble red shirt
Will pray tonight that Liverpool will win,
Oh my boys they're the pride of the whole Merseyside
They're the greatest of heroes to a man
So fling your favours aloft
And give three rousing cheers that
Liverpool will marmalise Milan.
Tell me who is the giant
With the black curly hair
He who stands at the head of your band?
Seven feet is his height
With some inches to spare
And he looks like a king in command,
Ron Yeats is his name
The best skipper in the game
He's the greatest of heros, what a man!
So fling your favours aloft
And give three rousing cheers that
Liverpool will marmalise Milan.
Now in three minutes flat, at the drop of a hat
Geoff Strong passed the ball to Callaghan
Well our wishes all came true
When young Roger Hunt went through
And should have heard the roar from the fans.
Well boys they're the pride of the whole Merseyside
They're the greatest of heros to a man,
So fling your favours aloft
And give three rousing cheers that
Liverpool will marmalise Milan.
 
L
.:: L-I-V ::.
L-I-V
E-R-P
Double-O L
Liverpool FC
.:: Liverbird Upon My Chest ::.
(To the tune of Ballad of the Green Berets)
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.
Chorus:
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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians are feeling blue
It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
(Chorus)
And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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!)
(Chorus)

[number 9]

.:: Liv er pool ::.
And it's Liv er pool
Liverpool FC
We're by FAR the greatest team
The world has ever seen
.:: Lola ::.
He's got long hair and he's strong as an ox,
And he scores great goals from the edge of the box,
His name is Berger,
La la Patrik Berger.
.:: London Bridge ::.
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London 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
.:: Look Out Wembley Here We Come ::.
Look out Wembley here we come,
With our best shooting boots on,
The Cup ties have started
You think it's a joke,
Each morning at training
This is what the players are saying
"When at your toe the ball you get.
Crack it right into the net,
And we'll get to Wembley yet,
Look out Wembley here we come".
See those twinkling toes of Payne,
Up to his old tricks again,
A flick and a twist,
He's away up the wing.
The half back left standing,
See he's also beat the full back,
Then across the centre will go,
Directly to Liddell's toe,
Crack! And the rest you know,
Look out Wembley here we come!
 
M
.:: Marcus Babbel ::.
(To the tune of Rivers of Babylon)
We've got Marcus Babbel on
Plays at the back
He's a great defender
Likes to attack
.:: Matchstick Men ::.
Now sit right down and I'll talk to you,
A song I'd like to sing to you.
It's all about a team called Liverpool.
Oh we had an end called the Anfield Road,
And no surrender was our code,
And it's been that way
For over a hundred years.
We went to London town with Liverpool red and white,
We went to Rome and we drank and we danced and we sang all night,
Now we take our banners and wait outside the Bill Shankly gates,
To greet the greatest team a team called Liverpool.
.:: Men of Anfield ::.
(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 !

[number 9]

.:: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean ::.
If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the ass of a crow
I'd fly over Old Trafford tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below below
I'd shit on the bastards below.
 
O
.:: Oh Come all ye Faithfull ::.
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
Li-i-verpool
.:: Oh Liverpool Bill ::.
Tune : Liverpool Lou
O Liverpool Bill you're our Liverpool Bill.
Your name is a legend of courage and skill,
You gave us the league, all the cups and the thrills,
And that's why we love you our Liverpool Bill.
Anfield will always remember with pride,
The Scot who commanded the Liverpool side,
As sharp as a razor - his wit and his voice,
His love of the game made him Liverpool's choice.
O Liverpool Bill you're our Liverpool Bill.
Your name is a legend of courage and skill,
You gave us the league, all the cups and the thrills,
And that's why we love you our Liverpool Bill.
Bill you will never be walking alone,
The Kop will be with you away or at home,
As long as we breathe we'll remember you still,
Oh thank you for ever our Liverpool Bill.
O Liverpool Bill you're our Liverpool Bill.
Your name is a legend of courage and skill,
You gave us the league, all the cups and the thrills,
And that's why we love you our Liverpool Bill.
.:: Oh Suzanna ::.
Oh I went up to Old Trafford with a shotgun on my knee,
And I went down to the scoreboard with the men from LFC,
Oh my darling, don't you cry for me,
Cos I'm going to Man United with the boys of LFC.
Oh I went to Tottenham Hotspur with a shotgun on my knee,
We took all the Tottenham then the North Bank Highbury
Oh and the Chelsea we took your fucking Shed.
At Fulham Broadway station all the blue twats they were dead.
Oh I'm going to Man United with a shotgun on my knee,
We're gonna take the scoreboard we're the boys of LFC,
We are the Road End the pride of Merseyside,
We do all the fighting while the Kopites run and hide.
Oh I went to Man United with a shotgun on my knee.
We went to take the scoreboard for the famous LFC.
We are the Kopites, we all

[number 9]

.:: Oh when the Reds ::.
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
 
.:: One Nil Down, Two One Up ::.
(To the tune of "This Old Man")
One-nil down, two-one up
Michael Owen won the cup
When a top class Paddy pass
Gave the lad the ball
Poor old Arsenal won fuck all
P
.:: Packet of Crisps ::.
You get more noise from a packet of crisps
Than yer do from the Gladwys Street
Yer get more noise from a packet of crisps
Than yer do from the Gladwys Street
Yer get silence here quiet there
Not a sound from anywhere
Yer get more noise from a packet of crisps
Than yer do from the Gladwys Street
.:: Poor Scouser Tommy ::.
Tune : 1st part - "Red River Valley" 2nd part - "The Sash"
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 a Libyan 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 get thrown out 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!
 
Q
 
R
.:: Rafa In Istanbul ::.
(To the tune Ghost Riders In The Sky)
Mourinho said don't worry, Chelsea have nothing to fear
But how he went so quiet, when up popped Luis Garcia
His shot it had no power, but then he took his goal
and now he's taking Rafa to Istanbul

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

Benitez said don't worry, I'll wipe away your tears
Cos Stevie G's a Red and a Red he'll be for years
You can keep your John Terry, stick your Lampard up your arse
Cos Carragher is here and Gerrard's staying ours

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

[number 9]

.:: Reds Never Tire ::.
(To the tune of "Mull of Kintyre")
Far have I travelled and much have I seen;
The years spent in Europe now number twenty;
While all those around us all fade and they tire;
You will hear the Kop singing the reds never tire
Chorus :
The reds never tire, you'll hear the Kop singing,
You'll play with the fire, that just keeps us winning,
the Reds never tire
Now Everton are finished and Leeds they are dead;
Benfica and Gladbach their faces are red;
The cockneys are bottom they wont get much higher;
But youll hear the Kop singing the Reds never tire
Chorus :
Now back in the sixties there Hunt and St john;
With stevo and rowdie but sadly the're gone;
Today we've got Micheal and Robbie on fire
And you'll hear the Kop singing the reds never tire
Chorus :
.::Red & White Kop ::.

(To the tune of Yellow Submarine)

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a Red ans 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 ......
.::Robbie Fowler ::.
(To the tune of Amore)
When the ball hits the net
Its a fairly safe bet that its Fowler
Robbie Fowler
And When Liverpool score
You will hear the Kop roar "Oh, its Fowler
Robbie Fowler"
Ian Rush, Roger Hunt
Who's the best man up front? "Oh, its Fowler
Robbie Fowler"
He's the King of the Kop
He's the best of the lot
Robbie Fowler
.:: Roma ::.
Tune : Arriverderci Roma
We're on our way to Roma
On the 25th of May
All the Kopites will be singing
Vatican Bells they will be ringing
Liverpool boys they will be drinking
When we win the European Cup.
We?ll be drinking all their vivo,
On the 23rd, 24th, 25th, 26th of May,
All the Kopites will be singing
Vatican Bells they will be ringing
Liverpool boys they will be drinking
When we win the European Cup.
Now we went back to Roma,
On the 30th of May,
All the Kopites they were singing,
Vatican bells they were ringing,
Liverpool FC they were a swinging,
When we won the European Cup
.:: Romeo and Juliet ::.
(chorus)
Two clubs alike in dignity,
In Liverpool where we set our scene,
And Juliet?s dad was Everton mad,
While Romeo?s followed Bill Shankly?s team.
As she was going to Goodison Park,
It being on derby day,
He passed her on his way to the match
And pretended he?d lost his way.
?Ello dear Jill can you help me,
I?m sweating cobs cos it?s ten to three,
If I don?t find that Goodison Road,
I?m bound to miss Hunt?s opening goal?.
(chorus)
She flashed her saucy eyes at him,
And, oh, but they were Kendall-blue,
She answered him quite modestly,
?I?d rather be dead than a red like you,
I?m a Catterick maverick through and through,
And I would die for the lads in Blue,
?But I?ll guide you to the holy ground,
Lest you miss Alan scoring two.?
(chorus)
He arched his back against the bar,
To save her from the swaying fans,
They sang ?You?ll never walk alone?,
And they left Goodison hand in hand.
Well Juliet?s dad went raving mad,
And Romeo?s nearly went beserk,
But over a black-and-tan that night,
They agreed mixed marriages never work,
So while the moon was shining bright,
Our star-struck lovers eloped one night,
On the midnight ferry they crossed over,
Now thet?re both supporting Tranmere Rovers.
(chorus)
 

[number 9]

S
.::Said Bertie Mee ::.
Said Bertie Mee
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"
.:: Sami Hyypia ::.
(To the tune of the theme from the Addams Family)
In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia
.::Scouser in Gay Paris ::.
How would you like to be,
A Scouser in Gay Paris,
Walking along on the banks of the Seine,
Winning the European Cup once again.
We'll go up the Eiffel Tower,
And stay up there half an hour,
Cos we won't be too late,
When we celebrate,
We're the Scousers in Gay Paris.
We'll visit the Follies Bergere,
They like to see Scousers there,
The woman are lovely,
With skin like a peach,
But they'll never move it like Kenny Dalglish.
How would you like to be.
A Scouser in Gay Paris.
.:: Shankly's Dream ::.
There are many who doubt we existed
Years ago, years ago
But they tended to be bitter and he twisted
Like Big Joe, like Big Joe.
But we'd won five league trophies before Shanks had come,
We had players like Liddell and Scott.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
We got blessed by a great man of vision
Bill Shankly, Bill Shankly.
And he led us out the Second Division
We thank thee, we thank thee.
Then we won every trophy that football has seen
'This Is Anfield' was known throughout the land,
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
Everybody in the world heard us singing
From our ground, from our ground.
And they copied us from Mancland to Peking
Mersey Sound, Mersey Sound.
Than the players would turn up and wa'd make them laugh
Gordon Banks. Franny Lee and Big Jack.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
Then Bob Paisley he did even bener
Than Shankly, than Shankly.
Euro Cups in a cardie, trendsetter,
He won three, he won three.
He was shy, he was quiet but by God he was great
And we loved him just like we loved Shanks.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
Then came Heysel and Kenny took over
From old Joe, from old Joe.
For a while we were rolling in clover
Watch us go, watch us go.
And he won us the double against Everton
Wembley sounded like never before.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
We were shocked, we were stunned, we were shaken
When it came, when it came.
All those children of Shanks that were taken,
At a gatne, just a game.
And we'll never forget them as long as we live
They are with us now like they were then.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
Came a decade that kept us all waiting
For a team, for a team.
And now Gerard has started creating
Our new dream, our new dream.
And deep down inside us we all do believe
That he'll take us back where we belong.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
.:: Show them ::.
Show them the way to go home
They're tired and they want to go to bed (for a wank!)
Cos they're only half a football team
Compared to the boys in Red.
Oh!
.::Side By Side [Oh we aint gorra barrel of money] ::.
Oh we've no longer Shankly and Paisley
Or a horse that is gangly and crazy
But we've Thommo and Ged
Wearing the Red
Side by Side
Oh we're leaving the nineties behind us
In Dortmund is where you will find us
Wearing the Red
With Thommo and Ged
Side by side
[Chorus]
They'll win many trophies
Just you wait and see
Just like Shanks, Bob, Joe and Kenny
They will win more than three
So we're leaving the nineties behind us
In Europe is where you will find us
Just wearing the Red
With Thommo and Ged
SIDE BY SIDE

[number 9]

.:: Steve Finnan ::.
(To the tune of Michael Finnegan)
We've got a right back called Steve Finnan,
When he plays we're always winnin',
He passes the ball,
Out and in again,
We've got a right back called Steve Finnan.

.:: Stevie G ::.
(To the tune of "99 Red Baloons")
Stevie Gerrard for the 'pool
Stevie G for the 'pool
Stevie Gerrard, Stevie G
Stevie score a goal for me
You'll here this song echo around
From all 4 corners of the ground
He hits the net from 40 yards
Euro glories on the cards
With Stevie G and Gary Mac
The glory days are coming back
And Gerard Houllier's on the line
As 96 red balloons fly by
nananananananana
.:: 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
.:: Sweet Sixteen ::.
We went down to the Bridge we needed a win
And King Kenny stuck the ball in the net (or and King Kenny came up with a gem)
It's sixteen, it's beautiful and it's mine
 
T
.:: The 12 Days of Christmas ::.
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
12 David Hodgson 11 Graeme Souness 10 Craig Johnstone
9 Ian Rush 8 Sammy Lee 7 Keny Dalglish
6 Alan Hansen 5 Ronnie Whelan 4 Mark Lawrenson
3 Barney Rubble 2 Philip Neal
And Brucie in our goal.
.:: The Best Behaved Supporters ::.
Tune - She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain
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 bastards when we lose
We're a right shower of bastards when we lose
We're a right shower of bastards
A right shower of bastards
We're a right shower of bastards when we lose (but we don't)
.:: The Best Centre Forward's Wearing Red ::.
Oh the best centre forward's wearing red,
He's wearing red, wearing red, wearing red, red, red
Oh the best centre forward's wearing red,
He's wearing red, wearing red, wearing red, red, red
And every time he touches the ball he scores a goal
Every time he touches the ball he scores a goal,
Every time he touches the ball he scores a goal,
He's Terry Mac, Terry Mac, Super Terry Mac.
Oh the worst centre forward's wearing black
He's wearing black, wearing black, wearing black, black, black.
Oh the worst centre forward's wearing black
He's wearing black, wearing black, wearing black, black, black.
And every time he opens his mouth he swallows the ball,
Every time he opens his mouth he swallows the ball,
Every time he opens his mouth he swallows the ball,
He's Malcolm Mac, Malcolm Mac, Malcolm Mac, Mac, Mac.
.:: The Blaydon Races ::.
Oh me lads we're never off the tele
We hate the fucking coppers
Cos they murdered Jimmy Kelly
United are the bastards
City are the runners
And when we get to Highbury
We'll kick fuck out of the Gunners
Newcastle Brown it has to be a winner
Twenty five pints on a Saturday night
And twelve for Sunday dinner
We taught the geordies how to sing
We taught them how to sup
But most of all we taught them
How to lift the FA Cup
.:: The Bluenose Bastards Aren't the Champions Anymore ::.
The bluenose bastards aren't the champions anymore
They went to Nottingham Forest and only got a draw
The went to Oxford and they couldn't even score
The bluenose bastards aren't the champions anymore
.:: The Bow-Legged Chicken ::.
I was walking down Lime Street
Swinging my chain
Along comes a cockney
And he asks me my name
I kicked him in the balls
And I punched him in the head
Now that cockney is dead.