Chorály

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 a Libyan sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battle field dying
With the blood rushing out of his head (of his head)
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
These were the last words he said...

Oh...I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I get thrown out quite a lot (every week)

We support the team that plays in red
A team that we all know
A team that we call Liverpool
And to glory we will go

We've won the League, we've won the Cup
We've been to Europe too
We played the Toffees for a laugh
And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil !

One two
One two three
One two three four
Five nil !

Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four!

Fields of Anfield Road

To the tune of Fields of Athenrye

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
And the red men 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

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.

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.

A Liverbird upon my Chest

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

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

O come all ye faithful

To the tune of 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
L I V E R P O O L!

Momo Sissoko

To the tune of The Addams Family

He wears his funky glasses,
Dumps opponents on their asses,
(Forget about his passes),
He's big Momo y'know

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.

We've won it 5 times

We've won it 5 times

We won it at Wem-b-ely (sic)
We won it in Gay Paris
In 77 and 84 it was Rome

We've won it 5 times
We've won it 5 ti-imes
in Istanbul, we won it 5 times

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

We've won it 5 times
We've won it 5 ti-imes
in Istanbul, we won it 5 times

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

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

Stevie G's eyes lit up
As he lifted the European Cup
21 years and the cup was coming back home (coming back home)

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

We'll bring it back home
We'll bring it back hooooome
In Rome
We'll bring it back home

We hate Nottingham Forest

We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Everton too (SH*T)
We hate Man United,
But Liverpool we love you.

Oh Campione

Oh campione
The one and only, we're Liverpool
They say our days are numbered - we're not famous anymore
But Scousers rule the country like we've always done before..... Oh campione

LIVERPOOL FC

L I V
E R P
Double O L
LIVERPOOL FC

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
And 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.

In My Liverpool Home

This is from Rome 77 but will equally work in Rome 09.

In My Liverpool Home
The Reds are playing in Rome
We'll give them a game that they'll never forget
Goal after goal will go into the net
And one thing is certain they'll give us their best
The Reds are playing in Rome

We Are With You

This is from Rome 77, but could be re-used for Rome 09.

To the tune of Sailing by Rod Stewart

We are with you
We are with you
We are with you, here in Rome
Red Flags Flying
You'll be trying
To bring that cup back home

Can you hear us
Can you hear us
Can you hear us, Liverpool
You'll be scoring
We'll be roaring
All of Europe you will rule

Torres Bounce

To the tune of The Animals Went In Two By Two

The armband proved he was a red
Torres, Torres.
You'll never walk alone it said
Torres, Torres
We got the lad from sunny spain
He gets the ball and scores again
Fer-nan-do Tor-res,
Liverpool's number 9

...bounce...

Na na na na na na na na
Na na, Na na (or Torres!, Torres!)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na, Na na (or Torres!, Torres!)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Fer-nan-do Tor-res
Liverpool's number 9

Sami Hyypia

To the tune of The Addams Family

In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia!

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

Liv er pool

And it's Liv er pool
Liverpool FC
We're by FAR the greatest team
The world has ever seen

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 phenomenon, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
Stevie G, Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G
And when the night is cloudy, There is still a man that we all see,
A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G,
Playing to the sound of music, Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
For we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G

Billy the King

To the tune of 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.

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

To the tune of My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Old Trafford tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below below
I'd shit on the bastards below.

Bill Shankly's Pride and Joy

To the tune of Wild Colonial Boy

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.

You're Just too good to be true

Not really a song sung, but i think it's nice.

To the tune of Can't Take My Eyes Off You Lyric by Frankie Valli

You're just too good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you,
You've got a heavenly touch,
You pass like Souness to Rush,
And when we're all drunk in the bars,
We thank the Lord that you're ours,
You're just to good to be true,
Can't get the ball off of you...

Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Geeeer-raaaard

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the Blueshite too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a Red through and through

*repeat last verse

Keane For A Fiesta

To the tune of Fiesta by The Pogues

Oh Robbie Keane grew up in Dublin,
With Fowler's poster above his bed,
He played for Inter, Leeds and Tottenham too,
But he's always been a Red

He wears the sacred number 7,
And with his pace teams will be scared,
He'll do a cartwheel and run towards the Kop,
As he kisses the Liverbird

De le de de de....

Javier Mascherano

To the tune of The white stripes - Seven nation army

oohh ohh ohh ohh

javier mascherano x4

A-l-o-n-s-o

To the tune of Obladi Oblada by the Beatles

A-L-O-N-S-O It's Alonso, Xabi Xabi Alonso
A-L-O-N-S-O It's Alonso, Xabi Xabi Alonso

He came from Sociedad to play in our midfield,
His passing and his shooting are sublime,
If we had to choose between him and Fat Frank,
We would choose Xabi everytime.

A-L-O-N-S-O It's Alonso, Xabi Xabi Alonso
A-L-O-N-S-O It's Alonso, Xabi Xabi Alonso

We drew Luton Town in the FA Cup,
Xabi and the keeper had a race,
Xabi had a shot from 70 yards,
You should have seen the look on Gerrard's face.

A-L-O-N-S-O It's Alonso, Xabi Xabi Alonso
A-L-O-N-S-O It's Alonso, Xabi Xabi Alonso

Bring On The Manchester United

Bring on the Manchester United
Bring on the Cockneys by the score
And we'll take you two by two
And we'll kick f*ck out of you
Cos Liverpools the team that we adore

Chelsea FC

F**k off Chelsea F.C,
you have got no history,
5 European cups and 18 leagues thats what we call history!

Robbie Keane

He's quick,
he's red,
he talks like father ted,
Robbie Keane, Robbie Keane

Bitterness

To the tune of Happiness - Ken Dodd

(chorus)
Oh bitterness, bitterness
The only thing the blues possess,
I thank the lord that I’ve been blessed,
With none of the blueshite bitterness….

To me this world is a wonderful place,
A red and white glow all over my face,
I feel so good to be alive,
European cups, oh we’ve got five….

(chorus)

The bitters were living in a land of dreams,
“you’ll lose if you ever face a decent team”
But Juventus, Chelsea and Milan tried,
They all got beat so the blueshite cried….

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

They said Milan Baros was offside,
They say Steven Gerrard took a dive,
They say Jerzy Dudek shouldn’t have no pride,
But they’ve got none and we’ve got FIVE….

(chorus)

Oh bitterness, bitterness,
The only thing that they possess,
If it wasn’t for Heysel they would be the best,
But they prefer living in bitterness.

Ste Gerrard Gerrard

Ste Gerrard Gerrard
He'll pass the ball 40 yards
He's big and he's f***ing hard
Ste Gerrard Gerrard
(or)
Ste Gerrard Gerrard
He'll bust em from 40 yards
He's scouse and he's f***ing hard
Ste Gerrard Gerrard

Sami Sami Hyypia

Ohhhh Sami Sami
Sami Sami Sami Sami Hyypia

We have the best midfield in the world

Ohh ohh ohh
We have the best midfield in the world
We got Xabi Alonso
Momo Sissoko
Gerrard and
Mascheranoooooo

Thanks to Chris [Back to top]

We all dream of a team of Carraghers

Our number 1 is Carragher
Our number 2 is Carragher
Our number 3 is Carragher
Our number 4 is Carragher
Carragher!
We all dream of a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers
Our number 5 is Carragher
Our number 6 is carragher
...etc

Manchester is full of sh**

To the tune of When the saints go marching in

Oh Manchester (Oh Manchester)
It's full of sh**, it's full of sh**
Oh Manchester is full of sh**
It's full of sh**, sh** and more sh**
Oh Manchester is full of sh**

Istanbul is wonderful

To the tune of When the saints go marching in

Oh Istanbul (Oh Istanbul)
It's wonderful, it's wonderful
Oh Istanbul is wonderful
it's full of mosques, kebabs and Scousers
Oh Istanbul is wonderful

Rafa La Bamba

To the tune of La Bamba

Rafa Benitez
Rafa Benitez
Ra-ra-rafa Benitez
Ra-ra-rafa Benitez, Xabi Alonso, Garcia and Nunez

We'll be coming down the road

We'll be coming
We'll be coming
We'll be coming down the road
When you hear the noise of the Bill Shankly boys
We'll be coming down the road

We shall not be moved

We shall not we shall not be moved
We shall not we shall not be moved
Just like the team
that's going to win the (European Cup/Championship/FA Cup)
We shall not be moved

John Arne Riise

Johnn Arne Riise
Ooo-ahhh
I wanna knoww-oh-oh-oh(oh-oh-oh)
How you scored that goal

That boy Ronaldo

He dives on the left,
He dives on the right,
That boy Ronaldo,
Is f***ing sh*te

Bill Shankly boys

If you're tired and you're weary,
And your heart skips a beat,
You'll get your f**king 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 b**tards,
We're the Billy Shankly Boys…

We're the boys from The Kop,
We're loyal and we're true,
And when we play the Everton,
We're ready for a do,
With a cry of "no surrender",
You'll hear our famous noise,
Get out you Everton b**tards,
We're the Billy Shankly Boys

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

Stamford Bridge is falling down

To the tune of 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 with Red and White
Red and White
Red and White
Build it up with Red and White
Poor old Chelsea

One nil down, Two nil up

To the tune of This old man

One-nil down, two-one up
Michael Owen won the cup
When a top class Paddy pass
Gave the lad the ball
Poor old Arsenal won f**k all

We're the best behaved supporters in the land

To the tune of She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain

We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're the best behaved supporters
The best behaved supporters
We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're a right shower of bas****s when we lose
We're a right shower of bas****s when we lose
We're a right shower of bas****s
A right shower of bas****s
We're a right shower of bas****s when we lose (but we don't)

Every Other Saturday

Every other Saturday's me half day off
And it's off to the match I go
You’ll see me walking down the Anfield Road
Me and me old pal Joe
We love to see the lasses with their 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 scooooore (scooore)

We've won the English League about a thousand times
UEFA was a simple do
We gave 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 hoooome

Kenny ohhh Kenny
I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals oh Kenny
ohhh Kenny...

We Are The Scousers

We are the Scousers
The cocks of the north
We hate Man United
And City of course
We only drink whiskey
And bottles of brown
The Liverpool boys
Are in town

na na na na na na na na

Albert Reira

A-L-B - E-R-T
Albert Reira's the one for me!!

12 days of Christmas

To the tune of 12 days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
A Clemo in our goal

On the second day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the third day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the fourt day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the fifth day of Christmas, Bob Paisey sent to me
Five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the sixth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the seventh day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the eight day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the ninth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the tenth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Ten John Toshack's, nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Eleven Ian Callaghan's, ten John Toshack's, nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

On the twelth day of Christmas, Bob Paisley sent to me
Twelve David Fairclough's, eleven Ian Callaghan's, ten John Toshack's, nine Steve Heighway's, eight Jimmy Cases', seven Kevin Keegan's, six Emlyn Hughes', five Ray Kennedy's, four Tommy Smith's, three Joey Jones', two Phil Neal's and a Clemo in our goal

You'II Never Walk Alone