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♫ Anfield in the Rare Oul Times ♫

(На мотив "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
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♫ 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.
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♫ 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 .....

♫ Best Midfield In The World ♫

Wooooo woo woo woo
We've got the best midfield in the world
We've got Xabi Alonso, Momo Sissoko
Gerrard and Mascherano
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♫ Billy Shankly Boys ♫

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 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
To the cry of "NO SURRENDER"
You'll hear our famous noise
Get out you Everton bastards
We're the Billy Shankly Boys.
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♫ Bill Shankly From Glenbuck ♫

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.
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♫ 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.
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♫ 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.
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♫ Bring On... ♫

Bring on your Manchester United,
Bring on your cockneys by the score,
And we'll take them two by two,
And kick

♫ Campione ♫

Ooooh 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,
Ooooh Campione,
The one and only,
We're Liverpool

♪ История ♪
Известная песня, которая изначально исполнялась болельщиками греческого футбольного клуба ПАОК. В 2007 году в Афинах во время финала Лиги чемпионов против «Милана» она впервые была спета болельщиками «красных».
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♫ Come All ♫

Come all without
Come All within
You ain't seen nothing like the Mighty Emlyn
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♫ 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...
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♫ Doo Dah ♫

It's ten past nine and stabbing time,
Doo Dah Doo Dah....
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♫ Dynamite ♫

All the grime all the grit
All the muck and all the shit
Gordon Lee's got it all in his team
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♫ 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
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♫ 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

Chorus

Beside the Hillsborough flame
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many taken on that day?
Justice has never been done
But their memory will carry on
There'll be glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.

Chorus x2
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♫ 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
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♫ 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

♫ 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
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♫ 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.
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♫ 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.

♫ Henchoz ♫

Henchoz, Henchoz
Henchoz Henchoz Henchoz
When we attack
He's always back
Henchoz
Henchoz Henchoz Henchoz
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♫ 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
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♫ Hou Let the Reds Out? ♫

Hou let the Reds out? Hou, Houllier
Hou let the Reds out? Hou, Houllier.

♫ Ian Rush ♫

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