.:: Poor Scouser Tommy ::.
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 an Arabian 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 go there 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!


.:: 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)


.:: 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!


.:: 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 the legend of his time -
Our hero, Bill Shankly

So all say 'Thanks'
To the Shanks
He never walked alone
Let's 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.

So all say 'Thanks'
To the Shanks
He never walked alone
Let's sing our song, for all the world
Of this, his Liverpool home.

The man he asked no favours
Just hard work - let's 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
Let's sing our song, for all the world
Of this, his Liverpool home

.:: Red and White Kop ::.
To the tune of Yellow Submarine
On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop (and we sail up to the top)
On the famous Spion Kop (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
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 ......


.:: 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


.:: 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


.:: 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'll Never Walk Alone"
wenn du durch den Sturm gehst, geh erhobenen Hauptes
und habe keine Angst vor der Dunkelheit
...
geh weiter, geh weiter, mit Hoffnung im Herzen
und du wirst niemals alleine gehen



Spieler:

.:: 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

.:: 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 Macca, Gary Gary Mac!!!!

.:: 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


.:: 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

.:: We Won It Five Times ... ::.

To the tune of Sloop John B (I Want To Go Home) by the Beach Boys...
We won it at Wem-ber-ly
We' won it in Gay Paris
In 77 and '84 it was Rome

We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times

When Emlyn lifted it high
He lit up the Roman sky
Thommo in Paris and Souness did it as well

We've won it five times
We've won it 5 ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times

At Wembley we won it at home
Took 26,000 to Rome
20,000 to Paris when we won it again

We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times

Stevie G's eyes lit up
As he lifted the European Cup
21 years and now its coming back home

We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times


.:: 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 ..."


.:: 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.


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


.:: 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


.:: 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 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 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 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.


.::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


.:: 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

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