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GESET - My favourite songs

"The Greatest European Story Ever Told" is an epic undertaking started by the brilliant Wooltonian to raise money for The Hillsborough Justice Campaign. It is no longer available in book-form and not hosted anywhere for free access but Wooltonian sent it to us to share with Reds all over the world at LFChistory.net. The Greatest European Story Ever Told (GESET) stands at over 100 pages and covers every match the Reds have played in Europe since Liverpool's first game against KR Reykjavik in August 1964. It tells the stories of the games and interweaves many humorous fan recollections regarding their adventures away from home.

I’ve listed some of my favourite European songs over the years, but believe me when I say, the best ones are the ones made up on the spare of the moment. Scouse humour really comes into its own, when a group of fans get together and start a chant.

A Little Touch of Scotland
A little touch of Scotland came to Liverpool one day,
He looked around and said "Och man aye, this is where I'll stay",
And from that moment he worked hard to build a team so grand,
And now today we have the greatest team in all the land,
Shankly, oh yes Bill Shankly,
Shankly we love you,
For all the things you've done for us while here at Liverpool,
Bill Shanky we thank you.
Nowhere would you find a man who is the same as he,
And all who meet him love him for his humility,
For that and many other things our thanks we give to him,
And do you see we're talking of Bill Shankly. Aye that's him!
Shankly, oh yes Bill Shankly,
Shankly we love you.
For all the things you've done for us while here at Liverpool.
Bill Shankly we thank you.


Allez allez
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Gerard Houllier
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Allez allez, (Allez allez)
Gerard Houllier



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 a legend in 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
From this his Liverpool home
No matter were you come from
No matter who you are
Remember the year of '59
When the reds they found a star
And now 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
From this his Liverpool home
Then he asked no favours
Just hard work lets 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
From this his Liverpool home

Anfield in the Rare Oul Times
(To the tune of "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

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.

Anny Road End
We're all mad, we're all round the bend,
We are the Anny road end,
We're not ‘kin Kopite Gobshites,
We're going down the Road end for the big fight, Na na na .....


Bill Shankly From Glenbuck (To the tune of Sean South)
Twas on a cold December’s day
Back in 1959,
When a 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 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 truly was a king
In Anfield’s 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 Ayrshire.

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.

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.

Come All (to the tune of The Mighty Quinn)
Come all without
Come All within
You ain't seen nothing like the Mighty Emlyn

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 ...

Daylight Come and I Wanna Go Home
Tri-o Tri-i-i-o
Worthington FA and UEFA cups
Not 1 not 2 but 3 trophies
Finished it off with the Champions League
Trio.....

Didi Hamann
(To the tune of Big Spender)
The minute he walked in the joint "Di-Di"
I could see he was Hamann of distinction
A real Big Player
Good Passing, So Refined
Say you could always play in any midfield of mine
So let me get right to the point Di-Di
I wouldn't pop my cork for every player I see
Hey Big Didi, [Hey Big DiDi]
Scoooooore anoooother goal for me.
Da da da, da da

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

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

Gary Macca
Oohhh! Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca
Oh we Love yer Baldy 'ead (Oh we Love yer Baldy 'ead )
yer Baldy 'ead, yer Baldy 'ead
You're Gary Mac, (You're Gary Mac)
OOhhh! Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac
Oh we loved yer Derby Goal
Oh we loved yer Barca Pen
Oh we loved yer Spurs Peno
Oh we loved yer Coventry Goal
Oh we loved yer Bradford Goal
Oh we loved yer Dortmund Pen
Oh we love your sweet right foot
Oh we got you on a free
Oh we went and won all 3
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac!!!!


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
Couldn’t 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

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.


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 (To the tune of "Hi-ho")
Henchoz, Henchoz
Henchoz Henchoz Henchoz
When we attack
He's always back
Henchoz
Henchoz Henchoz Henchoz

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

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

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

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.

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.

Kelly The Boy From Killane
What’s the news, what’s 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 hero’s, 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 hero’s to a man,
So fling your favours aloft
And give three rousing cheers that
Liverpool will marmalise Milan.

Kewell Songs
My Grampa’s a convict
He stole from next doors house
That’s why our Harry’s Ozzie
Instead of being Scouse
He’s Red, He’s White
His Grampa stole a bike
Harry kewell, Harry Kewell

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


Liverbird Upon My Chest (To the tune of Ballad of the Green Berets)
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)

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

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.

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.

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
Michael Owen
(To the tune of "Michael Row the Boat Ashore")
Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah
Michael Owen scores our goals, hallelujah
(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^ck all

(To the tune of "Bread of Heaven")
Michael Owen
Michael Owen
He's the greatest of them all
He's the greatest of them all

Michael Owen Score A Goal For Me
(To the tune of Rene & Renata's "Save Your Love")
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
or the 1980s version ...
Oh win the European Cup for me
I'll go all the way to Italy
Make it up by beating Roma
That’s the cup I wanta owna
Win the European Cup for me

Oh Come all ye Faithful
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


Oh Liverpool Bill
Tune : Liverpool Lou
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.

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


Poor Scouser Tommy
Tune : 1st part - "Red River Valley" 2nd part - "The Sash"
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 an Arabian 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 go there 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!
Nana nana nana nana


Reds Never Tire (To the tune of "Mull of Kintyre")
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 you’ll 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 they’re gone;
Today we've got Michael and Robbie on fire
And you'll hear the Kop singing the reds never tire
Chorus :

Red & White Kop (To the tune of Yellow Submarine)
On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a Red and 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
(To the tune of Amore)
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

Roma (To the tune of Arriverderci 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

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"

Sami Hyypia
(To the tune of the theme from the Addams Family)
In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia

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.


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 we’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 better
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 game, just a game.
And we'll never forget them as long as we live
They are with us now like they were then.
(Continued over) No don’t sing it you fool !!!

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.

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

Side By Side ( To the tune of 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


Stevie G (To the tune of "99 Red Balloons")
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

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


The Best Behaved Supporters
Tune - 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 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)


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,
Well fight the fight for Liverpool,
The pride of division one,
Two, three, four,
Listen to the Kopites roar,
LIV-ER-POOL.......

The Green Green Grass of Home
Oh Old Anfield looks the same,
As I stand and watch the game,
There’s the green green grass that Kenny used to play on,
Now Emile, Michael and Robbie Fowler,
Score the goals for Gerard Houllier,
Oh its good to watch the greatest team at home,
Yes we’ll all be there to see big Sami,
And cheer the team that serves us proudly,
When they bring back home the premier league trophy.

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.


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!

The Men from Anfield's Spion Kop (To the tune of The Shores Of Tripoli)
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 victory
For the Liverpool FC.


The Scarf My Father Wore
(To the tune of The Sash 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.

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 that’s 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 that’s 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 that’s 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 that’s just what they'll do.
And when we get to Hungary they'll score a goal or two.


This could be
(To the tune of Rotterdam -Beautiful South)
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.
An updated version could be...
We won at Parc de Princes and Wem-ber-ley
Liverpool and Rome
And then we won in Germany
And brought the cup back home.

Those Were The Days
(To the tune of 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 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

Underneath the Floodlights (To the tune of Lily Marlene)
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 ‘kin 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.

We Fight For
We don’t carry bottles
We don’t 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 shackles pride....
We hate Tottenham Hotspur
we hate Chelsea too
but most of all we hate the shite
that play in Royal Blue


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
An hers 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.

We Three Kings
We 3 cups of Liverpool are,
Worthington, FA and Uefa,
Thanks to Hyppia,
We will beat ya,
Travelling from afar!"

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 iron curtain down (curtain down)
Their goulash 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.


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 United labour day - haroo, haroo,
We'll be there to cheer Bill Shankly's side,
And bring the cup to Merseyside,
And we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.
And if it's a draw you'll hear us moan,
Lets use the coin that beat Cologne,
And we'll all get blind drunk when Liverpool win the cup.


Where Are The Lads ? (To the tune of The Boys of the Old Brigade)
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 Shaklee’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
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.
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
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.

Why are we so Good (To the tune of "Ilkley Moor Baht At")
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

And Finally we bring this story to a close with our world famous Anthem.

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

This story is published under the principal of free reading for all.
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LONG LIVE THE REDMEN IN EUROPE, HERE’S TO THE NEXT 40 YEARS.

Wooltonian
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