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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….
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone….
You'll never walk alone.
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Poor Scouser Tommy

I'll tell you a 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 the 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 sand
Well the battle started next morning
Under the Arabian sun
I remember the poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying 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 and
I come from the Spion Kop.
I love to sing, I love to shout
I get thrown out quite a lot (every week!).
I support a team that's dressed in red
It's a team that you all know
A team that we call LIVERPOOL
To Glory we will go

We've won the league
We've won the cup
And we've been to Europe too.
We played the Toffees for a laugh
And we left them feeling blue. 5-0!
One-two one-two-three one-two-three-four 5-0!
Rush scored one, Rush scored two,
Rush scored three and Rush scored four,
Na na na na na na na na na.”

We Love Liverpool

We love Liverpool
We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Everton too (they're shit!)
We hate Man United,
But Liverpool we love you …

We All Live In A Red and White Kop

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
On the famous 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
(Repeat forever)
(lag: Yellow Submarine)

Those Were The Days My Friends

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 F.C.

We Love you Liverpool We Do

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

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Who let the reds out hou hou houllier
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Gerard… Gerard Houllieeeerrrrr
(lag: Go West)
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who put the ball in the manc's scum net…..
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who the fuck are man utd? (x4)
When the reds go marching on on on
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John Arne Riise

OOOH John Arne Riise OOOH AAHHH
I wanna know how you scored that goal
(lag: Hey baby)

Vladimir

He's Czech
He's great
He's Paddy Bergers mate
Vladimir, Vladimir

Nick Barmby

He's red,
He's white,
We bought him from the shite
Nick Barmby, Nick Barmby

He's red
He's white
He scores against the shite
Nick Barmby, Nick Barmby

Michael Owen

Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah(X2)
(lag: Michael Row the Boat Ashore)

Patrik Berger

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.
(lag: Lola)

Sami Hyypia

In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia
(lag: The Addams Family)

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
(lag: Let it Be)

Doo wah didi didi

There he was with the ball at his feet
singing ooh wah didi didi Dietmar Hamann

Looked up (looked up)
Down the line (down the line)
Range of passing is sublime

Woooh Woooh
I knew I was falling in love
The kind of midfielder i've been dreaming of…

There he was with the ball at his feet
singing ooh wah didi didi Dietmar Hamann
(lag: gamli hermannaslagarinn Dooh Wah Diddy)
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Óður til Liverpool

Duuuuuudek
ekki láta þessa dóna
sem að eru frá Barcelona
skora maaaarrrrkkkkk

Owwwwwwweeeeeeeenn,
þú kannt að skora mörkin,
þótt ófá fáir spörkin,
í þinn fót

Samiiiiiiiii,
þú ert frækinn finnadjöfull,
mörgum finnst þú algjör böðull,
er þú stöðvar þá

Geeerrrraaarrrd,
þvílíkar sendingar þú gefur,
og sprengikraftinn hefur,
til að sigra allt

Heeeeeeskeeeyyyyy
enginn mótherji þig stöðvar
þú ert ekkert nema vöðvar,
skoraðu maaark!
(lag: Álfheiður Björk)

Ölversstemmning

Við komum í Ölver
á febrúarkvöldi
snjór var úti
og sólin var sest

Við horfðum á leikinn
og spáðum í spilin
Hvort liðið væri best

Þetta er liðið sem sigraði Roma
Draumar hafa ræst
Þetta er liðið sem sigraði Manjú
og deildin verður næst (x2)
(lag: Bubbi Morthens - Konan sem horfði út á hafið)

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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.

Viðlag:
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

(Viðlag)

Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
Theres not a trophy to be seen
'Cos LIverpool have swept them clean

(Viðlag)

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

(Viðlag)

Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

(Viðlag)

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.

(Viðlag)

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.

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!

We Love you Liverpool We Do (lengri version)

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.

The Reds Are Coming Up The Hill Boys

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
Victoriously,
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

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 the legend of 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
Of this, his Liverpool home.

No matter where you come from
No matter who you are
Remember the year of ‘59
When The Reds, they found a star.
And how 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
Of this, his Liverpool home.

The man he asked no favours
Just hard work - let's 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
Of this, his Liverpool home.

Shankly, Shankly, Shankly, Shankly (to fade)
(lag: Amazing Grace)

Bill Shankly's pride and joy

I'll tell you of our football team
And Liverpool is the name.
We've won the cup, we've won the league
We're the finest in the game
We have the greatest skipper
Any manager could employ.
Let's drink six crates
To big Ron Yeats
Bill Shankly's pride and joy.
(lag: Wild Colonial Boy)

It's Good To Watch The Greatest Team At Home

Well 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.
Hunt, St.John and Peter Thompson
Score the goals
Whenever Shankly wants them
It's good to watch the greatest team at home.

Yes, we'll all go and see Big Rowdy
Cheer the team that serves us proudly,
It's good to watch the greatest team at home.
(lag: Green Green Grass of Home)

We're on our way to 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.
(lag: Arriverdici Roma)

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We love 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.

Sander Westerveld

He's big
He's Dutch
We like him very much
Westerveld Westerveld

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
(lag: That's Amore)

Tell me ma

Tell me ma me ma
to put the champagne on ice
course we're going to Cardiff twice
Tell me ma me ma

Tell me mam, me mam.
I don't want no tea, no tea
I'm going to Germany
Tell me mam, me mam
(lag: Que Sera Que Sera)

Anfield Rap (bikarsöngurinn 85-86)

Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell
United, Tottenham, Arsenal
Watch my lips, and I will spell
'cause they don't just play, but they can rap aswell

Liverpool F.C.
Liverpool F.C.

My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility…

aah…aah…ahh…aah

…had Napoleon had that idea he'd have conquered the bloody world [rödd Bill Shankly]

Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you'll ne… ver walk… alone

Alright Aldo
Sound as a pound
I'm cushty la but there's nothing down
The rest of the lads ain't got it sussed
We'll have to learn ‘em to talk like us

Well I’m rapping now, I'm rapping for fun
I'm your goalie, the number one
You can take the mick, don't call me a clown
Any more lip and you're going down

Alright Ace, we're great me and you
But the other lads don't talk like we do
No they don't talk like we do, do they do la
We'll have to learn ‘em to talk propah

Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you’ll ne… ver walk… alone

You two scousers are always yapping
I'm gonna show you some serious rapping
I come from Jamaica, my name is John Barn-es
When I do my thing the crowd go bananas

How's he doing the Jamaica rap?
He's from just south of the Watford Gap
He gives us stick about the north/south divide
'cause they got the jobs
Yeah, but we got the side

Well I came to England looking for fame
So come on Kenny man, give us a game
'cause I'm sat on the bench paying my dues with the blues
I'm very big down under, but my wife disagrees

They've won the league, bigger stars than Dallas
They got more silver than Buckingham Palace
No-one knows quite what to expect
When the red machine's in full effect

Well Steve McMahon sure can rap
It's about time he had an England cap
So come on Bobby Robson, he's the man
'cause if anyone can, Macca can
Macca-can… Macca-can… Macca-can… Macca-can…

Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell

My idea was to build Liverpool up and up and up until eventually they would be untouchable. Everybody would have to submit. Give in, give in, give in

We're Ireland lads
Och-ai the noo
And there's four of us
And only two of you
So if you want nai trouble
And you don't want a slap
You'd better teach us the Anfield rap

Don't forget us paddies
And me the Great Dane
And I'm from London mate so watch your game
Well you two scousers, you're always squaking
But we'll just let our feet do the talking

Our lads have come from all over the place
They talk dead funny, but they play dead great
Well now we've gotta learn ‘em to talk real cool
The song you’ve gotta learn if you're Liverpool

Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you'll ne… ver walk… alone

You'll never walk alone

Ho-ho my word
That's unbelievable, it really is
I think they should stick to playing football. Terrible
What do you think Kenny?
Oh yeah!

Bill Shankly from Glenbuck

It was on a cold December's day
Back in 1959
That man came down from Huddersfield Town
To lead the Anfield line
He bought Yeats from Dundee and St John
And the football world was shook
This man became a legend -
Bill Shankly from Glenbuck

But with Shankly gone we sang ‘Walk On’
but feared we'd walk alone
And the search was on to find the one
Who would fill the masters' throne
And the man we found became renowned
Throughout the football game
Three European cups - six championships
Bob Paisley was his name

And when Bob stepped down he left his crown inside his Anfield home
Where Joe Fagan came and brough new fame with a treble won in Rome
Tho' the Heysel year left Joe in Tears
The following year he'd sing
When we won the league and the FA Cup

And Kenny was our King
When he played in red Bob Paisley said
He's the best he's ever seen
and the team he built in 88 ruled the football world supreme
And tho Hillsborough left us all bereft and the kop bedecked in flowers
Kenny proved he truly was our king in Anfield's darkest hour

Now the mantle has passed to a man from France
and Houllier we praise
And we sing ‘Walk On’ and the kop's in song

As we savour glory days
Days of ball-to-feet, days of victory sweet
Days of passion, guile and fire
Its the legacy of a man so great -
Bill Shankly from Ayrshire