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Liverpool => Povijest kluba => Autor teme: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:07

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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:07
.:: 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

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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:11
.:: 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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:15
.:: 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 .....
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:20
    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.
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:21
.:: 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
 
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:21
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

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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:22
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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:23
.:: 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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:23
.:: 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)
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:25
.:: 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 !
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:32
.:: 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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:33
.:: 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!
 
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.:: 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


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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:34
.:: 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)
 
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:34
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.::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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:35
.:: 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
 
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.:: 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.
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.:: 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
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.:: 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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.:: 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
 
X
 
Y
.:: 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!

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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 09:37
Ako tko nađe nešto da nije ovdje neka slobodno stavi.
Mislim da bi trebali ovako nešto da ne moramo tražiti okolo.
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Autor: Reds_4ever - Kolovoz 07, 2009, 20:05
number 9 svaka ti cast na trudu, super je ovo, mada si mogao po jedno 2-3 u jedan post
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Autor: weka_kt - Kolovoz 08, 2009, 03:21
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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 08, 2009, 23:34
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  :D :D
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 09:42
 
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!

 
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 09:50
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


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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 09:55
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
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 10:35
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
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 10:39
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

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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 10:41
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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 10:43
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
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Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 10:43
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.
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: number 9 - Kolovoz 11, 2009, 13:08
Zamolba za moderatora da poruke koje nisu tekst pjesme stevi na kraj ili u drugu temu(ako moze naravno).Da bude preglednije.Hvala.
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Autor: gizmo - Rujan 04, 2009, 17:08
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4-nTFgaMoA[/youtube]

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
Four Ian Rush Goals Had Made Their Mark
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)

the angels came one sunny day
they came to take our bob away
the greatest sight for you to see
three European cups for bob paisley

(chorus)

we went to Rome in 84
we won the treble like never before
Barney rubble was the man
who won the cup for Joe Fagan

(chorus)

Now we sang round Goodison Park
Those Evertonians in a nark
44 yards were in attack
the sweet right foot of Gary Mac

(chorus)

Now under Rafa Benitez
We've got Alonso, Morientes
And Robbie Fowler in attack
the championship is coming back
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: KOP BOY 2 - Rujan 04, 2009, 18:47
STEVE GERRARD IS OUR CAPTAIN, STEVE GERRARD IS A RED,
STEVE GERRARD PLAYS FOR LIVERPOOL, A SCOUSER BORN AND BRED...


WE AR THE PRIDE OF ALL EUROPE, THE COCK OF THE NORTH,
WE HATE MAN UNITED AND CITY OFCOURSE,
WE ONLY DRINK WISKEY AND BOTTLES OF BROWN,
LIVERPOOL BOYS ARE IN TOWN..
LALALALALALALLLALAAL LALAL LALLALALLLA


OH STEVEN GERRARD BECAUSE HE HATES MAN U,
OH STEVEN GERRARD  HE HATES A BLUSHITE TOO,
OH STEVEN GERRARD YOU ARE TOO GOD TO BE TRUE..


WE ll BE COMEING,
WE ll BE COMEING,
WE ll BE COMEING DOWN THE ROAD,
WHEN YOU HEAR THE NOISE
OF THE BILLY SHANKLY BOYS..


IN THE SUNDAY AFTERNOON, WE SUPORTING TEAM CALLED LIVERPOOL,
AND WE SING UNTILL GET DROP
IN THE RED AND WHITE SPION KOP
WE ALL LIVE IN RED AND WHITE KOP,
IN RED AND WHITE KOP,
IN RED AND WHITE KOP..
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: KOP BOY 2 - Rujan 04, 2009, 21:42
BRING ON YOUR manchester united,
BRING ON YOUR COKNEYS BY THE SCORE,
AND WE WILL TAKE THEM TWO BY TWO,
AND KICK FUCK OUT OF YOU
COS LIVERPOOL ARE THE TEAM THAT WE ADORE..


OH I WENT UP TO old trafford WITH A SHOTGUN ON MY KNEE,
AND I WENT DOWN TO THE SCOREBOARD WITH THE MAN FROM LFC,
OH MY DARLING DONT YOU CRY FOR ME,
COS Im GOING TO man united WITH THE BOYS OF LFC..
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Luis Garcai - Rujan 05, 2009, 15:30
It's Good To Watch The Greatest Team At Home

Well 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.
Hunt, St.John and Peter Thompson
Score the goals
Whenever Shankly wants them
It's good to watch the greatest team at home.
Yes, we'll all go and see Big Rowdy
Cheer the team that serves us proudly,
It's good to watch the greatest team at home.

Local Derby

There was a local derby, not too long ago,
The Everton fans were singing "Howard Kendall he must go".
But then he won a trophy, and he was Evertons pride...
You two-faced Everton bastards you're the shite of Merseyside.
...
Ha, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
...
There was a local derby, not too long ago,
The Everton fans were singing all the songs that they know.
Just when Kenny scored a briliant goal, they said is was off side...
But we don't care cos' they scored none and we scored ****ing five.
...
Ha, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
...
There was a local derby, not too long ago,
The Everton fans were singing "David Moyes he must go".
But then he finished in fourth, and he was Evertons pride...
You two-faced Everton bastards you're the shite of Merseyside.
...
Ha, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...

Rivals

In your Manchester scrubs,
You speak with accent that know one can stand,
You're ugly fat b*stards with sh*t on yer hands,
In your manchester scrubs.
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
Id fly over man U tomorrow,
And sh*t on the b*stards below.
We don't carry bottles,
We don't carry lead,
We only carry hatchets,
To bury in your head,
We are the supporters,
Fanatics every one,
We all hate Man City,
And Leeds and Everton,
We are the kings of Europe,
The pride of Merseyside,
We'll fight for no surrender,
We'll fight for Shankly's pride,
We hate Tottenham Hotspur,
We hate Chelsea too,
But most of all we hate the sh*te,
Who play in royal blue.
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: KOP BOY 2 - Rujan 05, 2009, 16:10
STAMFORD BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN,FALLING DOWN,FALLING DOWN,
STAMFORD BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, POOR OLD CHELSEA,
BUILD IT UP IN RED AND WHITE,RED AND WHITE,RED AND WHITE,
BUILD IT UP IN RED AND WHITE, POOR OLD CHELSEA..



WE HATE NOTTINGHAM FOREST,
WE HATE EVERTON TOO,
WE HATE man united,
BUT LIVERPOOL WE LOVE YOU..



WE HATE TOTTENHAM HOTSPURS,
WE HATE CHELSEA TOO,
BUT MOST OF ALL WE HATE THE SHITE THAT PLAY IN  ROYAL BLUE..


Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: biljalfc - Rujan 05, 2009, 23:02
nisam skontala da je neko stavio.....  :D

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3tSw53HYEw[/youtube]

Ohhhhhhhh Campione
The one and only
We're Liverpool!

They said our days were numbered, we're not famous any more
But Scousers rule all Europe like we've always done before

Ohhhhhhhh Campione
The one and only
We're Liverpool

Shankly built a football team that shook the Spion Kop!
We've conquered all of Europe and we're never gonna stop!
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Luis Garcai - Rujan 13, 2009, 16:19
SHANKS WAS THE MAN

Shanks was the man
Paisley was his right hand
Smithy the iron
Heighway was flyin high

Crazy Horse was mad
Joey Jones was bad
Clem at the back
Tosh up the front with Keegan

Oh what a team that we had
Oh what a team that we had

Yeatsy was big with strong
Cally could do no wrong
Whealiin was dealin
Balls up the front with Souness

So coming the later days
Kenny's on the stage
Lindsay and Lloyd
Sir Roger and Saint John

Hero's everyone
Hero's everyone

Shanks was the man
Paisley was his right hand
A time of hero's
A team of fighting lions

Oh what a team that we had
Oh what a team that we had
Oh what a team that we had

OFF GO THE LIGHTS


Off go the lights
The end of a day
The end of a beautiful era

Hard to say goodbye
We know you could of
Taking us so much further

So now all of those charms
All of those jokes
Will always live on

In our heart of hearts
You are the boss
You are our favorite son

Off go the lights
The end of a day
The end of a magical era

Hard to say goodbye
We know you could of
Taking us so much further

You always did put on a show
But its hard not to
When your everyone's hero

A socialist of the working class
so lets all raise our flags
To half mast

Off go the lights
The end of a day
The end of a beautiful era

Hard to say goodbye
We know you could of
Taking us so much further
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Luis Garcai - Rujan 28, 2009, 14:37
ako zelite da skinete Shanks was the man i off go the lights to mozete uciniti na ovoj stranici, na faxu sam tako da nisam proveravao dali radi, ali nadam se da ce vam posluziti

http://www.anfield-online.co.uk/features/2009/get-your-two-shankly-songs/
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: cufta0705 - Rujan 28, 2009, 15:22
ako zelite da skinete Shanks was the man i off go the lights to mozete uciniti na ovoj stranici, na faxu sam tako da nisam proveravao dali radi, ali nadam se da ce vam posluziti

http://www.anfield-online.co.uk/features/2009/get-your-two-shankly-songs/

dela, fala lepa  :super
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: gento - Veljača 02, 2010, 12:17
Proud To Be A Mighty Red

From Shankly to Rafa we've followed our team
Rome to Istanbul we've all lived the dream
Our journey is long our goal stays the same
To keep for our children the famous red name
Wherever we are wherever we stay
Be sure the kopites will seize the day
For this is our destiny our passion and pride
Liverpool Football Club the world's greatest side!!
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Luis Garcai - Veljača 14, 2010, 14:40
Oooh Kyrgiakos song!

Ooooohh Kyrgiakos!
We signed him as a back up but he's playing every week
We cant pronounce his surname so we call him Nic The Greek
Oooh Kyrgiakos
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: kenchy - Veljača 14, 2010, 16:35
Oooh Kyrgiakos song!

Ooooohh Kyrgiakos!
We signed him as a back up but he's playing every week
We cant pronounce his surname so we call him Nic The Greek
Oooh Kyrgiakos

Ima i ova verzija. Ovo sam preuzeo sa sluzbene stranice.

"We thought his days were numbered, now he plays here every week.
 We can't pronounce his surname so we call him Nick the Greek. Oooh Kyrgiakos."
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: marko123 - Veljača 03, 2011, 12:00
His armband lied, he was no Red, Torres, Torres

He's just a rent boy like they said, Torres, Torres

Into our backs, he plunged his knife, I hope John Terry shags his wife

Fernando Torres, he's just a pile of shite

evo jedna nova   :srednji :D
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Paulinjo - Veljača 03, 2011, 16:47
izgleda kako će ovo postati službena pjesma KOPa za našu novu devetku....

Sweet Carroll 9
Oh Oh Oh
Scoring never looked so good
So good So good So good
Goals all the time
Oh Oh Oh
Just like Kenny said he would

na ovu melodiju
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PxHqMEcSuQ


fantastično! (http://forums.liverpoolfc.tv/images/smilies/scarf.gif)
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: djapojunior - Veljača 03, 2011, 17:33
izgleda kako će ovo postati službena pjesma KOPa za našu novu devetku....

Sweet Carroll 9
Oh Oh Oh
Scoring never looked so good
So good So good So good
Goals all the time
Oh Oh Oh
Just like Kenny said he would

na ovu melodiju
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PxHqMEcSuQ


fantastično! (http://forums.liverpoolfc.tv/images/smilies/scarf.gif)

aaa,predobro. meni je palo na pamet da bi to bila dobra melodija ili od pjesme Mandy od Barry manilowa,samo da se pjeva Andy. :)
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Kopite for life - Veljača 03, 2011, 21:07
izgleda kako će ovo postati službena pjesma KOPa za našu novu devetku....

Sweet Carroll 9
Oh Oh Oh
Scoring never looked so good
So good So good So good
Goals all the time
Oh Oh Oh
Just like Kenny said he would

na ovu melodiju
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PxHqMEcSuQ


fantastično! (http://forums.liverpoolfc.tv/images/smilies/scarf.gif)

pogodi na stadoinu cijeg bejzbolskog kluba se najcesce pjeva ta pjesma? BRS  :love
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: wewonit5times - Veljača 04, 2011, 00:10
ovo sweet carroll je malo gay
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: margita - Veljača 04, 2011, 08:01
ovo sweet carroll je malo gay

Ide na kompilaciju ;)
Naslov: Odg: Tekstovi pjesama Liverpool F.C.
Autor: Zlopasha - Veljača 04, 2011, 12:55
Meni je baš cool da je 'Sweet' Carroll s obzirom da je momak k'o od brda odvaljen i igra kao nadrkani King Kong na amfetaminima.