Liverpool Songbook

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.

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.

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 T
hey’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

Ngog
To the tune of Hi Ho

Ngog, Ngog
Ngog Ngog Ngog
He tuck’s his cock
Inside his sock
Ngog,
Ngog Ngog

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.

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

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.

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 A
nd 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

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.

Rafael Benitez

Ra-fa Rafael
Ra-fa Rafael
Ra-fa Rafeal
Rafael Benitez

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

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

Pepe Reina

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