Liverpool F.C. Song Sheet

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,
Is 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.

The 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.

All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched King Kenny play (and could he 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 King Kenny play (and could he 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 Hillsborough Flame
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many were taken on that day
Justice has never been done,
But their memory we'll carry on
And there will be glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.

Steve Gerrard 

Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
he'll pass the ball 40 yards
he's big and he's f@*king hard,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard

Too Good to be True 

You're just too good to be true
Can't take the ball off of you
You've got a heavenly touch
You pass like Souness to Rush
And when we're all drunk in the bars
We thank the Lord that you're ours
You're just to good to be true
Can't take the ball off of you

Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Geeeer-raaaard

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the Blueshite too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a Red through and through

Poetry in Motion 

We are Liverpool,
Tra la la la la.
We are Liverpool,
Tra la la la la la
We are Liverpool,
Tra la la la la.
We're the best football team in the land,
YES WE ARE!

Poetry in Motion,
Tra la la la la.
We are Liverpool,
Tra la la la la la
Poetry in Motion,
Tra la la la la.
We're the best football team in the land,
YES WE ARE!

Oh Campione 

Oooooooohhhhh campione,
The one and only
We're Liverpoooool

They say our days are numbered,
We're not famous anymore,
But Scousers rule the country
Like we've always done before

Brendan Rodgers 

Brendan Rodgers
Brendan Rodgers
Brendan Rodgers Liverpool
We're on our way to glory
Built the team like Shankly did
And kids will have a story

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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)

We're Gonna Win the League 

We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league!

We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league!

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 sand

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
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!

Liverpool F.C.

L - I - V
E - R - P
double O - L
Liverpool F.C.

When the Reds go Marching In

Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
Oh when the Reds go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the Reds go marching in

Oh 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 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)

Liv er pool

It's Live er pool
Liv er pool FC
We're by FAR
the greatest team
The world has
ever seen

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!

Five European Cups

First European Cup, was won in It-a-ly,
Terry Mac, Tommy Smith, and Neal he made it three,
Monchengladbach mangled, by the team of Bob Paisley,
Oh the First European Cup, we won in It-a-ly!

Second European Cup, was won In Wemb-er-ley,
Goodnight Brugge, All hail King Ken-ny,
What a night in London! Oh what a mem-or-y!
Oh the Second European Cup, we won in Wemb-er-ley!

Third European cup, was won in Paris, France,
Eighty-Second min-ute, and Barney took his chance,
Real Mad-rid sent packin', in the ci-ty of Romance,
Oh the Third European cup, we won in Paris, France!

Fourth European cup, was won in It-a-ly,
Brucie's Wobbly Legs, and a pen by Ken-ne-dy,
Now we'd four, when before we'd only three,
Oh the Fourth European Cup, we won in It-a-ly!

Fifth European Cup, was won in Is-tan-bul,
Three-Nil, Three-All, What a Mi-ra-cle,
Now it's here forever, to stay in Liv-er-pool,
Oh the Fifth European Cup, we won in Istanbul!

We Won It Five Times

We won it 5 times
We won it 5 times
In Istanbul
We won it 5 times

We All Dream of a Team of Carraghers

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

number 1 is Carragher
number 2 is Carragher
number 3 is Carragher
number 4 is Carragher
number 5 is Carragher
number 6 is Carragher

altogether now
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

number 7 is Carragher
number 8 is Carragher
number 9 is Carragher
number 10 is Carragher
number 11 is Carragher

altogether now
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