You'll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm
hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.

At the end of the storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet , silver song of 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 hearts
And You'll Never Walk Alone

You'll never walk alone.

Walk On, Walk on
with hope in your hearts
And You'll Never Walk Alone

You'll never walk alone.

...har sendt oss en bråte sanger, med følgende beskjed:

"Nå er det bare å øve på sangene og synge for full hals!"

(Vi vil komme tilbake med hvem som har samlet sangene i et hefte, for Lusken vet...)

(1) The Laughing Policeman

There was a local derby some several years ago,

It happened down at Goodison in case you didn’t know,

When Kenny scored a brilliant goal they said it was offside,

But we don’t care cos they scored none and Liverpool scored five !

But then they won a trophy and everything seemed bright,

And twenty thousand more of them appeared just overnight,

But when the bubble burst you knew where they would be,

Back down in the sewers where they were in ‘83 !

But now they’re awful bitter, you hear them moan and shout,

How they would have won in Europe if we hadn’t knocked them out,

So we sent them agent Johnson to fuck ‘em up big style,

Now they battle relegation and it makes us Kopites smile !

There was an Evertonian some several years ago,

Gave leaflets out at Goodison saying Royle he must go,

But then you won a derby and you think you’ve got a side,

You two faced blue nosed bastard you’re the shit of Merseyside !

(2) 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.

(3) Those Were The Days

Those were the days my friend we took the Strettford End,

We took the Shed, the Northbank Highbury,

We took the Geordies too, we fought for Liverpool,

We are the Kop of Liverpool FC.

(4) Men of Harlech

Steve Heighway is always running,

John Toshack is always scoring,

Then you hear the Kopites 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.

(5) The Pride Of All Europe

We are the Scousers we come from the north,

We hate Man United and City of course,

We only drink whiskey and bottles of Brown,

The Liverpool boys are in town.

(6) We All Live In A Red & White Kop

On a Saturday afternoon,

We support a team called Liverpool,

And we sail up to the top,

Of our red and white Spion Kop.

We all live in a red and white Kop,

A red and white Kop, a red and white Kop.

In a town where I was born,

Lived a man who sailed the seas,

And he told me of his pride,

They were a famous football team.

So we trailed to Anfield Road,

Singing songs of victory,

And there we found the holy ground,

Of our hero Bill Shankly,

We all live in a red and white Kop,

A red and white Kop, a red and white Kop.

(7) London Bridge Is Falling Down

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.

(8) Derry Walls

We’ll fight for 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.

(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.

(10) Lily Marlene

Underneath the floodlights down in Dussledorf,

All the Kopites singing, bevied up of course,

Cos we’ve being to Lisbon and to Rome,

And our team never walks alone,

We’re going back to Wembley,

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.

(11) Scouser In Gay Paree

How would you like to be

A scouser in gay Paree,

Walking along on the banks of the Seine

Winning the European Cup once again.

We’ll go to the Eiffel Tower

And stay there for half an hour,

Cos we wont be late when we celebrate,

Scousers in gay Paree.

We’ll visit the Follies Bergere

They like to see Scousers there,

The women are lovely with skin like a peach

But they’ll never move it like Kenny Dalglish.

(12) Wembley

Wembley, Wembley,

We’re the greatest team in Europe

And we’re off to Wembley.

(13) 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 FC ’ll be swinging,

When we win the European Cup.

We’ll be drinking all their vino,

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 on the 30^th of May,

We went back to Rome,

All the Kopites they were singing,

Vatican bells they were a ringing,

Liverpool FC they were a swinging,

When we won the European Cup.

(14) Show Them The Way To Go Home

Show them the way to go home,

They’re tired and they wanna go to bed,

Cos they’ve had a little game of football,

Against the boys in red.

Show them the way to go home,

They’re tired and they wanna go to bed,

Cos they’re only half a football team,

Compared to the boys in red.

(15) This Old Man

This old man,

He told me,

Bryan Robson’s got V.D.

With a knick knack paddywhack,

Give the dog a bone,

Man United fuck off home.

(16) Liverpool

L I V, E R P, double O L,

Liverpool FC.

(17) Winter Wonderland

Oh the reds, they’re singing,

And the blues, they’re whinging,

And they’re going down with Ipswich Town,

Playing in Division onederland.

(18) We Don’t Carry Bottles

We don’t carry bottles, we don’t carry lead,

We only carry hatchets to bury in you’re head.

We are the supporters fanatics everyone,

We all hate Man City, 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 shite who play in royal blue.

(19) Fields Of Anfield Road

I walked passed the Shankly Gates,

I heard the Kopites calling,

Shankly they have taken you away,

For you left the great eleven,

Just before they took you to heaven,

And the redmen are still playing the same way.

CHORUS

Oh round the fields of Anfield Road,

Where once we watched the king Kenny play, [and could he play]

Heighway was on the wing,

We had dreams and songs to sing,

It’s all glory round the fields of Anfield Road.

Outside the Paisley Gates,

I heard a Kopite calling

Paisley they have taken you away,

But you led the great eleven

Back in Rome in ’77

And the Redmen are still playing the same way

Repeat Chorus

(20) Rotterdam

This could be gay Paree or Wembley,

Liverpool or Rome,

Cos when we go to Rotterdam,

We’ll bring the cup back home,

Bring the cup back home.

(21) Land Of Hope & Glory

We hate Nottingham Forest,

We hate Everton too - they’re shit,

We hate Man United,

But Liverpool we love you.

All together now....

(22) Anfield Bubbles

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air,

They fly do high, they reach the sky,

And 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.

Liverpool.

(23) O Come All Ye Faithful

O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, o come ye to Anfield.

Come and behold them,

They’re the kings of Europe,

O come let us adore them,

O come let us adore them,

O come let us adore them,

Liverpool.

(24) 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.

(25) The Reds Are Coming Up The Hill

Oh the reds are coming up the hill boys,

Oh 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 the cup then you’d better hurry up,

Cos we’re Liverpool F.C.

Victorious and glorious, we’ll take the Gladwy’s Street between the four of us,

And glory be to God that there isn’t anymore,

Cos we’d take the fucking lot !

(26) Sweet Sixteen

We went down to the Bridge,

We needed a win,

And Kenny stuck the ball in the net, [And Kenny came up with a gem]

It’s sixteen, it’s beautiful and it’s mine.

(27) Bill Shankly’s Pride & 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.

(28) 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.

A L B, E R T,

Albert Stubbins is the one for me.

(29) The Green Green Grass Of Home

The old Kop looks the same,

As I stepped down to watch the game,

There’s the same green grass that Liddell used to play on,

Now there’s Hunt, St John and Peter Thompson,

They score a goal when Shankly wants them,

It’s good to watch the greatest team at home.

And we’ll all be there to see big Rowdy,

And the team that serves us proudly,

When they bring the league championship back home.

(30) 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.

(31) Tell Me Ma

Tell me ma, me ma,

To put the champagne on ice,

We’re going to Cardiff twice,

Tell me ma, me ma.

Tell me ma, me ma,

I’m not coming home for tea,

I’m going to Germany,

Tell me ma, me ma

(32) Shanks & Bertie Mee

Bertie Mee says to Bill Shankly,

Have you heard of the Northbank Highbury,

Shanks says no, I don’t think so,

But I’ve heard of the Anny Road aggro.

(33) Liverbirds

Now this is a song about a football team,

The greatest team you’ve ever seen,

A team that plays total football,

They’ve won the league, Europe and all.

* CHORUS

The Liverbird upon my chest,

We are men of Shankly’s best,

A team that plays the Liverpool way,

And wins the league and cup in May.

There’s Kenny Dalglish on the ball,

He is the greatest of them all,

We’ve got Ian Rush, four goals or two,

Left Evertonians feeling blue.

Now if you go down Goodison way,

Hard luck stories you’ll hear each day,

There’s not a trophy to be seen,

Cos Liverpool have swept them clean.

Twas on the glorious 10th of May,

Laughing Kopites on Wembley way,

We’re full of laughter, joy and glee,

At Everton one and Liverpool three.

Then came the 20th of May,

Walking back down Wembley way,

Those Evertonians still feeling blue,

At Liverpool three and Everton two.

Now as we sang around Goodison Park,

With crying blues all in a nark,

They’re probably crying still,

At Liverpool five and Everton nil.

We remember them with pride,

Those mighty Reds of Shankly’s side,

And Kenny’s boys of 88,

There’s never being a side so great.

Twas back in Nineteen sixty five,

When the great Bill Shankly was alive,

We’re playing Leeds, the scores one - one,

When up pops the head of Ian St. John.

Back in nineteen eighty nine

It should have being a joyous time

Ninety Six friends, we all miss

All the Kopites want Justice. [Justice]

The angels came one sunny day,

They came and took our Bob away,

The greatest sight you’ll ever see,

Is three European Cups with Bob Paisely.

We went to Rome in ’84,

And won the treble, never done before,

Barney Rubble was the man,

Who won the cup for Joe Fagan.

(34) Side By Side

We’ve no longer got Shankly or Paisley,

Or a horse that is gangley and crazy,

But we’ve Thommo and Ged,

Wearing the Red,

Side by side.

We’ve left all the 90’s behind us,

In Europe that’s where you will find us,

With Thommo and Ged,

Wearing the Red,

Side by side.

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’ve left all the 90’s behind us,

In Europe is where you will find us,

With Thommo and Ged,Wearing the Red, side by side.

(35) Blue Jeans

Money talks, it can sing and dance and Michael walked,

But if you are more like Stevie G

He’d much rather be

With Rafa Benitez.

(36) We Love You Liverpool

Shankly was 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 everyman a king,

And every game we love to win and this is why we sing.

* CHORUS

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 the wizard of the game,

And here’s the mighty Toshack to do it once again.

We’ve won the league, we’ve won the cup, we’re the finest in the game,

And just to prove how good we are we’ll do it once 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.

* Repeat chorus after each verse.

(37) Bring On...

Bring on your Manchester United,

Bring on your cockney’s by the score,

And we’ll take ‘em two by two

And kick fuck out of you,

Cos Liverpool are the team that we adore.

(38) 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 Patrick Berger.

(39) Johnny Barnes

Johnny Barnes went that a way,

Four defenders went that a way.

(40) Where Are The Lads

Oh father why are you so sad,

You’re 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 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 I’ll 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.

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.

* Repeat chorus after every verse.

(41) The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord eighteen ninety and two,

John Houlding eveicted 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 hero’s.

(42) Bill Shankly From Glenbuck

Twas on a cold December’s day

Back in 1959,

When a man came down from Huddersfield 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.

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 Spain

And it’s Benitez 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.

(43) The Reds Never Tire

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 they’re faces are red,

The cockney’s are bottom they won’t get much higher,

But you’ll hear the Kop singing the Reds never tire.

Now back in the sixties there’s Hunt and St. John,

With Steveo and Rowdie but sadly they’ve gone.

Today we’ve got Michael and Robbie’s on fire

And you’ll hear the Kop singing the Reds never tire.

* Repeat chorus after every verse.

(44) 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.

(45) Good King Winceleas

Vegard Heggem scored a goal on the feast of Stephan,

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.

(46) The Celtic Song

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.

(47) The Twelve Days Of Christmas

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me

12 David Hodgson, 11 Graeme Souness, 10 Craig Johnson, 9 Ian Rush, 8 Sammy Lee, 7 Kenny Dalglish,

6 Alan Hanson, 5 Ronnie Whelan, 4 Mark Lawrenson, 3 Barney Rubble, 2 Philip Neal

And a Brucie in our goal.

(48) 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 Addio]

That’s because we’re following the best team in the land.

We’re leaving in the morning light,

Flying on a chartered flight,

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 iron curtain down [curtain down].

Their goulash 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].

*Repeat chorus after every verse.

(49) The Rocky Road To Wembley

6th round away from home, wives were broken hearted,

Devils nearly scored almost before we started,

Packed into the ground, paying 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 rocky road to Wembley.

1 2 3 4 5

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.

1 2 3 4 5

Draw the ties away and win at home

And thats the way to Wembley.

(50) Blaydon Races

O 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  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.

(51) Dynamite

All the grime, all the grit,

All the muck and all the shit,

Gorden Lee’s got it all in his team

(52) 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.

*CHORUS

So all say thanks to the Shanks,

He never walked alone,

Lets sing our song for all the world,

Of this his Liverpool home.

No matter where you come from,

No matter who you are,

Remember the year of ‘59

When the Reds they found a star,

And how he shines so brightly

For the boys of Liverpool,

Soon the world was about to find

This man was nobody’s fool.

The man he asked no favours

Just hard work, lets get it right,

You can only suceed 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.

*Repeat chorus after every verse

(53) The Long And The Short And The Tall

Fuck ‘em all, fuck ‘em all

At Anfield the forest will fall

Cos we won’t be mastered

By Cloughie’s red bastards

Cos we are the cream of them all.

(54) The Na Na Na Song

One fine day my dad said to me,

Do you want to come the Kop and see the L.F.C.

I said no I don’t think so

Cos I’m going down the Anny Road for the aggro.

(55) Johnny Comes Marching Home

While on the bus from Villa Park - harru harru,

I heard me mate make this remark - harru harru,

We made poor Chelsea weep their fill

It’s Liverpool 2 and Chelsea nil,

And we’ll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.

*CHORUS

So here’s to Lawrence, Milne, St. John - harru harru,

Byrne and Yeats and Stevenson - harru harru,

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 - harru harru,

To Stevenson who made the pass - harru harru,

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 - harru harru,

It’s Leeds United labour day - harru harru,

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.

*Repeat chorus after every verse.

(56) Save Your love My Darling

Oh win the European Cup for me,

I’ve come all the way to Italy,

Make it up by beating Roma,

Thats the cup I wanna owna,

Win the European Cup for me....

(57) Packet Of Crisps

Yer get more noise from a packet of crisps

Than yer fo from the Gladwys Sreet.

Yer get more noise froma 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.

(58) 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 :

*CHORUS

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 are the champions, there can be no doubt

We are the champions and that is why we shout :

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.

*Repeat chorus after every verse.

(59) These Boots Are Made For Walking

We’ll all sing and 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.

*CHORUS

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.

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.

*Repeat chorus after every verse.

(60) Billy The King

Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink,

To Billy the King, the King, the King,

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 broke his collar bone,

They just rubbed on medicinal compound,

And Gerry goes marching on, on, on.

(61) Anny Road End

We’re all mad, we’re all round the bend,

We are the Anny Road end,

We not fucking Kopite Gobshites,

We’re going down the Road end for the big fight. Na na na....

(62) 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 heros 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.

(63) You’re Gonna Die

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 !

(64) Thats Amore

When the ball hits the net

It’s a very safe bet that it’s Fowler,

And when Liverpool score

You can hear the Kop roar Robbie Fowler,

Ian Rush, Roger Hunt,

Who’s the best man up front Robbie Fowler,

He’s the king of the Kop,

He’s the best of the lot Robbie Fowler.

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 !

(65) 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.

(66) 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.

(67) The Shores Of Tripoli

We are the men from Anfields Spion Kop

Our team is Liverpool F.C.

We like to sing and shout because we know

We’ll cheer our team to victory,

For it’s a great team you’ll agree

And we’ll go down in history,

We’ve won the cup, being champions too

And to-day we’ll murder you

Cos we’re Liverpool F.C.

Now if you care to go to any ground

You will always hear our songs,

To see the Reds we’ll travel anywhere

If it’s Europe we’ll be there,

For we know our team will fight, fight, fight,

It’ll be a glorious sight, sight, sight,

But we all agree, twill be a glorious victory

For the Liverpool F.C.

(68) Every Other Saturday

Every other Saturday’s me ‘alf day off,

And it’s off to the match I go,

We’ll all go walking down the Anfield Road

Me and me ol’ pal Joe.

We love to see the lassies with the red scarves on

We love to hear the Kopites roar,

But I don’t have to tell you that best of all

We love to see the Liverpool sco..or...re.

We’ve won the English league about an ‘undred times,

The UEFA was a simple thing,

We gave some exhibitions in th FA Cup,

We’ve had our Wembley visits too... But

When we won the European Cup in Rome

Just like we should’ve done years before,

We gathered down at Anfield boys a hundred thousand strong

To give the boys a welcome ho... oo... me

Me O me o my, oh how we like to see them try,

We like to see the lassies with the red scarves on,

We like to hear the Kopites roar,

But I don’t have to tell you boys that best of all

We love to see the Liverpool sco..or...re.

(69) 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.

*CHORUS

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...

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.

*Repeat chorus after every verse.

(70) 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 fighing 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 went to Rome,

We all went to West Ham while the Road End stayed at home.

(71) 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.

(72) O Liverpool Bill

*CHORUS

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.

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.

* Repeat chorus after every verse.

(73) A Little Touch Of Scotland

A little touch of Scotland came to Liverpool one day,

He looked around and said “Och man eye, 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 Shankly 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.

(74) 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.

(75) Look Out Wembly Here We Come

Look out Wembly 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 Wembly yet,

Look out Wembly 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 !

(75) 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,

Then they went to Oxford and they couldn’t even score,

The bluenose bastards aren’t the champions anymore.

(76) Anfield In The Rare Aul Time

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.

(95) You’ll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark.

At the end of the storm

There’s a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of 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.

(96) You’re Just Too Good To Be True….

You’re just too good to be true,

Can’t take my eyes off of you,

You got that heavenly touch,

You pass like Souness to Rush,

And when we’re all pissed in the bars,

We thank the Lord that you’re ours,

You’re just too good to true

Can’t take my eyes off of you.

Stevie, Stevie, Stevie Gerrard,

Oh Stevie, Stevie Gerrard,

Oh Stevie Gerrard, he fucking hates Man U,

Oh Stevie Gerrard, he hates the Blueshite too,

Oh Stevie Gerrard,

He’s a Red true and true.

(97) Romeo And Juliet

CHORUS

Two clubs alike in dignity,

In Liverpool where we set our scene,

Juliet’s Dad was Everton mad,

While Romeo’s followed Bill Shankly’s team.

As she was going to Goodison Park

It being derby day,

He passed her on his way to the match

And pretended he 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.”

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.”

He arched his back against the bar

To save her from the swaying fans.

They sang ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’

And 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 they’re both supporting Tranmere Rovers !

Repeat Chorus after every verse.

(98) Brown Girl In The Ring

CHORUS

We are Liverpool, tra la la la la,

We are Liverpool, tra la la la la la,

We are Liverpool, tra la la la la,

The best football team in the world - yes we are !

Poetry in motion, tra la la la la,

Poetry in motion, tra la la la la la,

Poetry in motion, tra la la la la,

The best football team in the world - yes we are !

If you want to know the score,

Listen to the Anfield roar,

If you face us on the park,

Our bite is worse than our bark - we're Liverpool !

If you see us playing there,

Sheer magic in the air,

When the big Red Army comes,

Better lay down your guns !

Repeat Chorus.

Went to Europe feeling good,

Played them how they knew we would,

Though they fear us going there,

We beat them fair and square.

One goal in the net, tra la la la la,

Two goals in the net, tra la la la la la,

Three goals in the net, tra la la la la,

The best football team in the world !

(99) Billy and the goat

Well Billy Bingham he won the Everton tote,

And with the money that he won he bought himself a goat,

The goats name was Bob Latchford he couldn’t score a goal,

And as for Billy Bingham you can stick him up yer hole !

(100) The Broad Black Brimmer

There’s a scarf that’s being hanging in what’s known as father’s room,

A scarf that is so simple in it’s style.

And it’s not made of gold nor silk and its faded from its bloom,

But my mother has preserved it all the while.

One day she let me try it on

A wish of mine for years,

And as she placed the scarf around me neck she nearly cried

As she gazed upon the stripes of white and red.

CHORUS

It’s being to Reykjavik and Dussledorff

Paris, Wembley and to Rome.

He wore it every week when he went to watch the Reds,

It’s being to Glasgow, Barcelona and Cologne.

Thick red stripes with tassles frayed and torn,

And badges from the bottom to the top,

And right there I made a vow that every Saturday from now

I’d wear my father’s scarf upon the Kop.

It’s the scarf my father wore one evening long ago

When the fog came down and smothered Amsterdam.

It’s the scarf he waved above his head, at Hampdon Park,

The scarf he nearly lost when in Milan.

He wore it on the day that Rowdie Yeats picked up the Cup

As the Kop sang out “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.

And in Wembley as we danced,

Rome and Paris, that’s in France

When we brought the European Cup back home.

Repeat Chorus

Songs

Of

Istanbul

1) Sloop John B

We won it at Wem-ber-ley,
We won it in Gay Parie,
In ’77 and ’84 it was Rome.
We’ve won it 5 times,
We’ve won it 5 tiiiiiiimes,
In Istanbul we,
We won it 5 times.

When Emlyn lifted it high,
It lit up the Roman sky,
Thommo in Paris and
Souness in Rome did it too.
We’ve won it 5 times,
We’ve won it 5 tiiiiiiimes,
In Istanbul we,
We won it 5 times.

At Wembley we won it at home,
We had 26,000 in Rome,
20,000 in Paris,
When we won it again.
We’ve won it 5 times,
We’ve won it 5 tiiiiiiimes,
In Istanbul we,
We won it 5 times.

Steven Gerrard’s eyes lit up

When he lifted the European Cup

21 years and the cup

It’s coming back home.

We’ve won it 5 times,
We’ve won it 5 tiiiiiiimes,
In Istanbul we,
We won it 5 times.

(2) Downtown

At three nil down life was feeling so down
No one thought we'd sing - Five times.

But the fans kept on singing, never gave up believing
Let the night sky ring - Five times.

Cos we had Steven Gerrard in the centre of the park,
Alonso alongside him and Smicer lit the spark.

Oh how could we lose?

The players heard our rallying call,
Milan started to crumble, Jerzy saved every ball.

Now it's five times,
Things are so great now it's five times,

We're champions of Europe now five times,
Everyone's singing now five times.

                                                (3) Happiness

Happiness Happiness,
Now its 5 big eared ones that we possess,
Oh! I thank Don Rafa that we were blessed ,
On the shores of the Efes-drenched Bosphor-ess.

(4) Bitterness

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....

(Repeat 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
And they couldn't beat us so the blueshite cried

(Repeat Chorus)

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

(Repeat Chorus)

They say that Milan Baros was offside
They say that Steven Gerrard took a dive
They say Jerzy Dudek shouldn't have no pride
Thats cos they'll never win it and we've got FIVE

(5) Oiky Coky

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

OOOOHHHH We're the Champions of Europe.
We're the Champions of Europe
We're the Champions of Europe
And that’s what its all about !

(6) Bring On…….

Bring on your Bayer Leverkusen,
Bring on Juventus by the score,
Chelsea's millionaires were dull,
We all went to Istanbul,
Coz Liverpool are the team that we adore.

(7) Lord Of The Dance

Fuck off Chelsea FC
You ain't got no history
5 European cups and 18 leagues
Now that's what we call history

(8) Ten Green Bottles

First European Cup, was won in It-a-ly,
Terry Mac, Tommy Smith, and Neal he made it three,
Monchengladbach mangled, by the team of Bob Paisley,
Oh the First European Cup, we won in It-a-ly!

Second European Cup, was won In Wemb-er-ley,
Goodnight Brugge, All hail King Ken-ny,
What a night in London! Oh what a mem-or-y!
Oh the Second European Cup, we won in Wemb-er-ley!

Third European cup, was won in Paris, France,
Eighty-Second min-ute, Barney Rubble took his chance,
Real Mad-rid sent packin', in the ci-ty of Romance,
Oh the Third European cup, we won in Paris, France!

Fourth European cup, was won in It-a-ly,
Brucie's Wobbly Legs, and a pen by Ken-ne-dy,
Now we'd four, when before we'd only three,
Oh the Fourth European Cup, we won in It-a-ly!

Fifth European Cup, was won in Is-tan-bul,
Three-Nil, Three-All, What a Mi-ra-cle,
Now it's here forever, to stay in Liv-er-pool,
Oh the Fifth European Cup, we won in Istanbul

(9) Save Your Love My Darling

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We Love you Liverpool we do.
  We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love You Liverpool we do.
  Oh Liverpool we love you.

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

We Love you Liverpool we do.
  We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love You Liverpool we do.
  Oh Liverpool we love you.

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

We Love you Liverpool we do.
  We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love You Liverpool we do.
  Oh Liverpool we love you.

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

LIVERPOOL FC!

We're by fare the greatest team the world has ever seen.

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

(Tune : Red River Valley / The sash my father wore)

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 .

Well, 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 sand. 

Well, the battle it started that morning 
Under the Libyan sun.
I remember that poor scouser Tommy 
he was shot by an old nazi gun. 
As he lay on the battlefield dying 
with the blood pouring out of his head 
As he lay on the battlefield dying 
These were the last words he said

O I am a Liverpudlian 
and I come from The Spion Kop. 
I like to sing , I like to shout
I (get thrown out /go there) quite a lot .

We support the team thats dressed in Red
Its a team that you all know.
Its a team that we call Liverpool
to glory we will go.

We've won the league
We've won the cup
We've won in Europe too
And we played the toffees for a laugh
and left them feeling blue

1,2
1,2,3
1,2,4,5
5-0 !

Rush scored 1
Rush scored 2
Rush Scored 3
and Rush scored 4