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.
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.
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 higher 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.
Now the battle it started next morning, Under the radiant sun, I remember our poor Scouser Tommy, He was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head) As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, These were the last words he said:
Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian, and I come from the Spion Kop, I like to sing, I like to chant, I go there quite a lot.
Support a team, that plays in red, A team that we all know, A team that we call Liverpool, To glory we will go.
We won the league, we won the cup, We've been to Europe too, We played the Toffees for a laugh, And left them feeling blue (5-0)
1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0!
Rush scored one, Rush scored two, Rush scored three, And Rush scored four ...
We all live in a red and white Kop (to the tune of Yellow Submarine)
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.
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
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.
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
'Those were the days' Old Mary Hopkins song.
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
Liverbird upon my Chest '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
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 feeling blue
at 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 0
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
Na na na na, na, na..............
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 sung to lilly the pink
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.
Didi Hamann (To the tune of Big Spender)
The minute he walked in the joint "Di-Di"
I could see he was Hamann of distinction
A real Big Player
Good Passing, So Refined
Say you could always play in any midfield of mine
So let me get right to the point Di-Di
I wouldn't pop my cork for every player I see
Hey Big Didi, [Hey Big DiDi]
Scoooooore anoooother goal for me.
Da da da, da da
He's Liverpool
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 ********in' fit
Peter Reid Peter Reid
He's big
He's Dutch
We like him very much
Westerveld Westerveld
He's Big
He's Red
His feet don't fit in the bed
Peter Crouch Peter Crouch
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 !
Paddy Bergers always running
Michael Owens always scoring
Then you hear the kopites roaring
Fowler is our king
Arse of a Crow
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 bas tards below below
I'd shit on the bas tards below.
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
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.
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.
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 higher 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.
Now the battle it started next morning, Under the radiant sun, I remember our poor Scouser Tommy, He was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head) As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, These were the last words he said:
Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian, and I come from the Spion Kop, I like to sing, I like to chant, I go there quite a lot.
Support a team, that plays in red, A team that we all know, A team that we call Liverpool, To glory we will go.
We won the league, we won the cup, We've been to Europe too, We played the Toffees for a laugh, And left them feeling blue (5-0)
1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0!
Rush scored one, Rush scored two, Rush scored three, And Rush scored four ...
We all live in a red and white Kop (to the tune of Yellow Submarine)
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.
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
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.
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
'Those were the days' Old Mary Hopkins song.
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
Liverbird upon my Chest '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
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 feeling blue
at 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 0
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
Na na na na, na, na..............
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 sung to lilly the pink
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.
Didi Hamann (To the tune of Big Spender)
The minute he walked in the joint "Di-Di"
I could see he was Hamann of distinction
A real Big Player
Good Passing, So Refined
Say you could always play in any midfield of mine
So let me get right to the point Di-Di
I wouldn't pop my cork for every player I see
Hey Big Didi, [Hey Big DiDi]
Scoooooore anoooother goal for me.
Da da da, da da
He's Liverpool
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 ********in' fit
Peter Reid Peter Reid
He's big
He's Dutch
We like him very much
Westerveld Westerveld
He's Big
He's Red
His feet don't fit in the bed
Peter Crouch Peter Crouch
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 !
Paddy Bergers always running
Michael Owens always scoring
Then you hear the kopites roaring
Fowler is our king
Arse of a Crow
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 bas tards below below
I'd shit on the bas tards below.
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
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