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♫ 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.
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♫ John 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.
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♫ John Barnes ♫

Johnny Barnes went that way
Four defenders went that way

♫ 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-I-V ♫

L-I-V
E-R-P
Double-O L
Liverpool FC

♪ История ♪
Эта песня исполняется Копом с 70-х годов. За сей шедевр мы должны благодарить Эндрю Ллойда Веббера. В 1971 году рок-опера «Иисус Христос — суперзвезда» Веббера и Тима Райса буквально взорвала нью-йоркскую сцену и к 1980 году стала мюзиклом, который дольше всех держался в репертуаре Вест-Энда. Одноименный музыкальный альбом трижды поднимался на вершину американских чартов, а сборы от проката фильма, вышедшего в 1973 году, составили почти 9 миллионов фунтов. В начале 70-х существовала также версия этого хита под названием «Georgie Best», но вариант, исполняемый болельщиками «Ливерпуля», — единственный из дошедших до наших дней.
Песня входит в «KOP 10 Classics».
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♫ 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

(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)

♪ История ♪
Текст оригинальной песни «Ballad of the Green Berets» для фильма с участием Джона Уэйна был написан Барри Садлером, а музыка — Робином Муром. В середине 80-х Фил Аспиналл сделал из нее песню болельщиков «Ливерпуля», но популярна она стала только после финала 1986 года, когда и были дописаны остальные куплеты. В новом качестве впервые была исполнена на выезде в Лондон в сезоне 1986/1987 годов, возможно, это произошло на матче со «шпорами».
Она входит в сборник "Kop 10 Classics".
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♫ Liv er pool ♫

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

♫ Marcus Babbel ♫

We've got Marcus Babbel on
Plays at the back
He's a great defender
Likes to attack
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♫ 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.
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♫ Men of Anfield ♫

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!
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♫ Michael Owen ♫

Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah
Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah
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♫ Michael Owen Score A Goal For Me ♫

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

Или версия 1980-х.

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
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♫ 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 Come all ye Faithfull ♫

Oh come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye Oh come ye
To Anfield

Come and behold them
They're the Kings of Europe
Oh come let us adore them Oh
come let us adore them
Oh come let us adore them
Li-i-verpool
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♫ Oh 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.

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.
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♫ 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.
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♫ 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
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♫ One Nil Down, Two One Up ♫

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

♫ Packet of Crisps ♫

You get more noise from a packet of crisps
Than yer do from the Gladwys Street
Yer get more noise from a 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
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♫ 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 (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 get thrown out 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!

♫ Rafa In Istanbul ♫

Mourinho said don't worry, Chelsea have nothing to fear
But how he went so quiet, when up popped Luis Garcia
His shot it had no power, but then he took his goal
and now he's taking Rafa to Istanbul

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

Benitez said don't worry, I'll wipe away your tears
Cos Stevie G's a Red and a Red he'll be for years
You can keep your John Terry, stick your Lampard up your arse
Cos Carragher is here and Gerrard's staying ours

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul
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♫ 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 their faces are red;
The cockneys are bottom they wont get much higher;
But youll hear the Kop singing the Reds never tire

Chorus

Now back in the sixties there Hunt and St john;
With stevo and rowdie but sadly the're gone;
Today we've got Micheal and Robbie on fire
And you'll hear the Kop singing the reds never tire

Chorus
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♫ Red & White Kop ♫

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a Red ans 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......

♫ Robbie Fowler ♫

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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♫ 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 boys they will be drinking
When we win the European Cup.

We?ll be drinking all their vivo,
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 we went back to Roma,
On the 30th of May,
All the Kopites they were singing,
Vatican bells they were ringing,
Liverpool FC they were a swinging,
When we won the European Cup
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♫ Romeo and Juliet ♫

(chorus)
Two clubs alike in dignity,
In Liverpool where we set our scene,
And Juliet's dad was Everton mad,
While Romeo's followed Bill Shankly's team.

As she was going to Goodison Park,
It being on derby day,
He passed her on his way to the match
And pretended he'd 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?.

(chorus)

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.?

(chorus)

He arched his back against the bar,
To save her from the swaying fans,
They sang "You'll never walk alone",
And they 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 thet're both supporting Tranmere Rovers.

(chorus)

♫ Said Bertie Mee ♫

Said Bertie Mee
To Bill Shankly
"Have you heard of the North Bank, Highbury ?"
Shanks said "No,
I don't think so,
But I've heard of the Anny Road aggro"
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♫ Sami Hyypia ♫

In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia
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♫ Scouser in Gay Paris ♫

How would you like to be,
A Scouser in Gay Paris,
Walking along on the banks of the Seine,
Winning the European Cup once again.

We'll go up the Eiffel Tower,
And stay up there half an hour,
Cos we won't be too late,
When we celebrate,
We're the Scousers in Gay Paris.

We'll visit the Follies Bergere,
They like to see Scousers there,
The woman are lovely,
With skin like a peach,
But they'll never move it like Kenny Dalglish.

How would you like to be.
A Scouser in Gay Paris.
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♫ Shankly's Dream ♫

There are many who doubt we existed
Years ago, years ago
But they tended to be bitter and he twisted
Like Big Joe, like Big Joe.
But we'd won five league trophies before Shanks had come,
We had players like Liddell and Scott.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.

We got blessed by a great man of vision
Bill Shankly, Bill Shankly.
And he led us out the Second Division
We thank thee, we thank thee.
Then we won every trophy that football has seen
'This Is Anfield' was known throughout the land,
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.

Everybody in the world heard us singing
From our ground, from our ground.
And they copied us from Mancland to Peking
Mersey Sound, Mersey Sound.
Than the players would turn up and wa'd make them laugh
Gordon Banks. Franny Lee and Big Jack.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.

Then Bob Paisley he did even bener
Than Shankly, than Shankly.
Euro Cups in a cardie, trendsetter,
He won three, he won three.
He was shy, he was quiet but by God he was great
And we loved him just like we loved Shanks.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.

Then came Heysel and Kenny took over
From old Joe, from old Joe.
For a while we were rolling in clover
Watch us go, watch us go.
And he won us the double against Everton
Wembley sounded like never before.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.

We were shocked, we were stunned, we were shaken
When it came, when it came.
All those children of Shanks that were taken,
At a gatne, just a game.
And we'll never forget them as long as we live
They are with us now like they were then.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.

Came a decade that kept us all waiting
For a team, for a team.
And now Gerard has started creating
Our new dream, our new dream.
And deep down inside us we all do believe
That he'll take us back where we belong.
We're the boys from the Kop, Liverpool is our team
And Houllier's reliving Shankly's dream.
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♫ Show them ♫

Show them the way to go home
They're tired and they want to go to bed (for a wank!)
Cos they're only half a football team
Compared to the boys in Red.
Oh!

♫ Side By Side [Oh we aint gorra barrel of money] ♫

Oh we've no longer Shankly and Paisley
Or a horse that is gangly and crazy
But we've Thommo and Ged
Wearing the Red
Side by Side

Oh we're leaving the nineties behind us
In Dortmund is where you will find us
Wearing the Red
With Thommo and Ged
Side by side

[Chorus]
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're leaving the nineties behind us
In Europe is where you will find us
Just wearing the Red
With Thommo and Ged
SIDE BY SIDE
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♫ Steve Finnan ♫

We've got a right back called Steve Finnan,
When he plays we're always winnin',
He passes the ball,
Out and in again,
We've got a right back called Steve Finnan.
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♫ Stevie G ♫

Stevie Gerrard for the 'pool
Stevie G for the 'pool
Stevie Gerrard, Stevie G
Stevie score a goal for me
You'll here this song echo around
From all 4 corners of the ground
He hits the net from 40 yards
Euro glories on the cards
With Stevie G and Gary Mac
The glory days are coming back
And Gerard Houllier's on the line
As 96 red balloons fly by
nananananananana
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♫ Stevie G ♫

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
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♫ Sweet Sixteen ♫

We went down to the Bridge we needed a win
And King Kenny stuck the ball in the net (or and King Kenny came up with a gem)
It's sixteen, it's beautiful and it's mine

♫ 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.
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♫ The Best Behaved Supporters ♫

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 bastards when we lose
We're a right shower of bastards when we lose
We're a right shower of bastards
A right shower of bastards
We're a right shower of bastards when we lose (but we don't)
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♫ The Best Centre Forward's Wearing Red ♫

Oh the best centre forward's wearing red,
He's wearing red, wearing red, wearing red, red, red
Oh the best centre forward's wearing red,
He's wearing red, wearing red, wearing red, red, red
And every time he touches the ball he scores a goal
Every time he touches the ball he scores a goal,
Every time he touches the ball he scores a goal,
He's Terry Mac, Terry Mac, Super Terry Mac.

Oh the worst centre forward's wearing black
He's wearing black, wearing black, wearing black, black, black.
Oh the worst centre forward's wearing black
He's wearing black, wearing black, wearing black, black, black.
And every time he opens his mouth he swallows the ball,
Every time he opens his mouth he swallows the ball,
Every time he opens his mouth he swallows the ball,
He's Malcolm Mac, Malcolm Mac, Malcolm Mac, Mac, Mac.
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♫ 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
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♫ 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
The went to Oxford and they couldn't even score
The bluenose bastards aren't the champions anymore
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♫ 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.
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♫ The Boys in Red ♫

We'll fight and 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,
Two, three, four,
Listen to the Kopites roar,
LIV-ER-POOL........

♫ The Catterick Song ♫

Said Catterick to Vernon you're smoking too much,
You're playing like shite and you're losing your touch,
I wish now that I'd signed that Ian St. John
For he is a footballer second to none.

With Hunt alongside him and Cally there too,
There isn't much doubt that they're better than you,
And with all those boys who sing loud on the Kop
Those Redmen are certain to get to the top.

So let us acknowledge the team down the road,
Who play all their football by Bill Shankly's code,
Although I'm the boss of this Everton team.
To play like them Redmen is my biggest dream.

So with that old Catterick went home on the bus,
There wasn't much point in him making a fuss,
Then Vernon jumped into the back of his Jag,
Drank some Johnny Red Walker and lit up a fag.

So what is the moral of this little tale,
You shouldn't smoke ciggies or go drinking ale,
Unless you're a Kopite in Bill Shankly's band
That follows the team that's the best in the land.
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♫ The Green Green Grass of Home ♫

Oh the old Kop looks the same,
As I stand and watch the game,
There?s the green green grass that Liddell used to play on,

Now Hunt, St John and Peter Thompson,
Score the goals whenever Shankly wants them,
Oh its good to watch the greatest team at home,

Yes we?ll all be there to see big Rowdy,
And cheer the team that serves us proudly,
When they bring the league championship back home
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♫ The Irish Rover ♫

In the year of our Lord eighteen ninety and two,
John Houlding evicted 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 heroes.
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♫ 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!
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♫ 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 Men from Anfield's Spion Kop ♫

We are the men from Anfield's Spion Kop,
Our team is Liverpool FC.
We like to sing and shout,
Because we know,
We'll cheer the team to victory.
For it's a great team you'll agree,
And we'll go down in history.
We've won the cup, been champions too,
And today we'll murder you.
We're the Liverpool FC.

And if you go to any ground,
You'll always hear our songs.
To see our team we'll be there,
For we know our team will
FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT
It's gonna be a glorious
SIGHT, SIGHT, SIGHT

We all agree it's gonna be
Another glorious vicory
For the Liverpool FC.
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♫ The "Original" Amore! ♫

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
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♫ The Rocky Road to Wembley ♫

6th round away from home, wives were broken hearted.
Devils nearly scored almost before we staled.
Packed into the ground, praying 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 rockey road to Wembley.

12345
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.

12345
Draw the ties away and win at home
And thats the way to Wembley.
La la la la la la
Bil-ly Lid-dell
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♫ The Scarf My Father Wore ♫

It was back in nineteen-sixty-five
On the very first day of May.
Me Dad sang and danced for the lads in Red
as he walked down Wembley Way.
Ian St. John scored the goal that won
The Cup we'd never won before.
And as his son I love to wear
The scarf my father wore.


It is old but it is beautiful
And its colours they are fine
It was worn in Paris Wemberly
In Rome and on the Rhine
My father wore it as a youth
In the bygone days of yore
And as his son I love to wear
The scarf my father wore.
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♫ 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.

♫ These Boots Are Made For Walking ♫

We'll all sing end 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.
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♫ This could be ♫

This could be Parc de Princes or Wem-ber-ley
Liverpool or Rome
And when we win in Rotterdam
We'll bring the cup back home.
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♫ This Old Man ♫

This old man
He told me
Bryan Robson's got VD
With a knick knack paddywhack
Give the dog a bone
Man United fuck off home
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♫ Those Were The Days ♫

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

♫ 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.

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 ...

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

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.

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
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♫ Underneath the Floodlights ♫

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 are the Scousers ♫

We are the scousers
The cocks of the north
We hate man utd and city of course
We only drink whisky and bottles of brown
The Liverpool boys are in town
Na na na na nanananana nanananana
Oh we're the boys on the social,
The boys on the dole,
We're so fucking ugly
We can't get our hole,
But we all go mental
When we score a goal,
Oh the Liverpool Boys are in town.
Na, na, na.
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♫ 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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♫ We Hate ♫

We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Everton too (They're shit !)
We hate Man United
But Liverpool we love you
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♫ 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.
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♫ 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 aye addio)
That's because we're following the best team in the land.

We're leaving in the morning light,
Flying on a chartered plane,
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 irion curtain down (curtain down)

Their ghoulash 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).

♫ 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

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 tie the champions, there can be no doubt
We are the champions and that is why we shout

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 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.

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.

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.
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♫ We are the team ♫

We're the team this year for sure
We're gonna bring fear to every Back Four
Our defence has no holes, Torres he scores goals - he's a Superstar
Our midfield is a line that we win everytime now we gonna go far

We're gonna see the manks fall, the gunners won't even see the ball
And the pensioners were there about to retire

We're the team this year for sure
We're gonna bring fear to every Back Four
Are bench on its owns, drives the message on hold, we're a lee full force
We're the queen of the clock and we're gonna be top, at the end of the course

Yeh we're gonna see the manks fall, the gunners won't even see the ball
And the pensioners were there about to retire

la la la la la la
la la la Liverpool

la la la la la la
la la la Liverpool

la la la la la la
la la la Liverpool

la la la la la la
la la la Liverpool

We're gonna see the manks fall, the gunners won't even see the ball
And the pensioners were there about to retire

We're the team this year for sure
We're gonna bring fear to every Back Four
Our defence has no holes Torres he scores goals - he's a Superstar
Our defence has no holes Torres he scores goals - he's a Superstar

We're the team this year for sure
We're gonna bring fear to every Back Four
We're the queen of the clock and we're gonna be top, at the end of the course
Our defence has no holes Torres he scores goals - he's a Superstar
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♫ When Johnny Comes Marching Home ♫

While on the bus to Villa Park haroo, haroo,
I heard my mate make this remark haroo,haroo,
We made poor Chelsea weep and ill
Its Liverpool 2 and Chelsea 0
and we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.

Chorus:
So here's to Lawrence, Byrne St John, haroo haroo,
Milne and Yeats and Stevenson haroo,haroo
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 haroo, haroo
To Stevenson who made the pass - haroo, haroo
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 - haroo, haroo,
It's Leeds Un

♫ Where Are The Lads? ♫

Oh father why are you so sad,
Your 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 of 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 that I will 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.

*CHORUS

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.

*CHORUS
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♫ Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Catterick ♫

Who do you think you're kidding Harry Catterick
It you think the 'Pools no good,
There's Stevie Heighway, John Toshack and Christy Lawler too
They scored three goals for Liverpool and worked it right up you!
So who do you think you are kidding Harry Catterick
If you think the 'Pools no good.

The Kop was here, they came to cheer
A famous victory,
With Alan Evans, Tommy Smith
And our leader Bill Shankly,
So who do you think you are kidding Harry Catterick
If you think the 'Pools no good.

Well the Everton supporters they have had quite just enough
They'd seen heir team two goals in front
Then Shankly called his bluff, 1-2-3
So who do you think you're kidding Harry Catterick
If you think the 'pools no good.
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♫ Why are we so Good ♫

Oh why are we so GOOD?
Oh why are we so GOOD?
Oh why are we so GOOD?

Because we're Liverpool
Because we're Liverpool
Because we're Liverpool

♫ Why are we so Good ♫

Oh why are we so GOOD?
Oh why are we so GOOD?
Oh why are we so GOOD?

Because we're Liverpool
Because we're Liverpool
Because we're Liverpool

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♫ 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
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♫ 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
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♫ 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!

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