A

.:: 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

.:: 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

.:: 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 .....

B

.::Bill Shankly Boyz ::.

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 Boyz

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 Boyz.

.:: 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.

.:: 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

.:: Come All ::.

(to the tune of The Mighty Quinn)

Come all without
Come All within
You ain't seen nothing like the Mighty Emlyn


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 ...

.:: Daylight Come and I Wanna Go Home ::.

Tri-o Tri-i-i-o
Worthington FA and UEFA cups

Not 1 not 2 but 3 trophies
Finished it off with the Champions League

Trio.....

.:: 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

.:: 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


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 Macca, Gary Gary Mac!!!!

.:: 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

.:: Houllier Houllier ::.

Houllier, Houllier,
Gerard Houllier
He's a man from France
Who makes us dance
Gerard Houllier


I

.:: Ian Rush ::.

Ian Rush
Ian Rush
Ian, Ian Rush
He gets the ball
He scores a goal
Ian, Ian Rush

.:: 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)

.:: 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 !

Paddy Bergers always running
Michael Owens always scoring
Then you hear the kopites roaring
Fowler is our king

.:: Michael Owen ::.

(To the tune of "Michael Row the Boat Ashore")

Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah
Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah

(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

.:: Michael Owen ::.

(To the tune of "Bread of Heaven")

Michael Owen
Michael Owen
He's the greatest of them all
He's the greatest of them all

.:: Michael Owen Score A Goal For Me ::.

(To the tune of Rene & Renata's "Save Your Love")

Michael Owen score a goal for me
Just like the two you scored in Italy
Score another like in Roma
Then this lot can **** off home-a
Michael Owen score a goal for me

or the 1980s version ...

Oh win the European Cup for me
I'll go all the way to Italy
Make it up by beating Roma
Thats the cup I wanta owna
Win the European Cup for me

.:: 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.