Liverpool FC are famed for their songs and chants. The sounds of The Kop have been broadcast around the world since the 1960s, as Kopites sung Beatles songs and swayed en-mass.
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.
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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.
And the battle it started the next morning, under the radiant sun,
I remember that Poor Scouser Tommy, he was shot by an old Nazi gun.
As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying-dying), with the blood gushing out of his head,
as he lay on the battle field dying (dying-dying), These were the last words he said…..
OOOH, I am a Liverpudlian, I come from the Spion Kop,
I like to sing, I like to shout, I go there quite a lot!
To support a team that plays in red, a team that we all know,
a team that we called Liverpool, to glory we will go!
We won the league, we won the Cup, we’ve been to Europe too,
we played the Toffee’s for a laugh, and left them feeling blue! 5-0!
1 2, 1 2 3, 1 2 3 4, 5-0!
Rush scored one,
Rush scored two,
Rush scored three,
and Rush scored four!
La La La Laa, La La Laa!
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 red men they are still playing the same way….
Allez Allez Allez
We’ve conquered all of Europe
We’re never going to stop
From Paris down to Turkey
We’ve won the fucking lot
Bob Paisley and Bill Shankly
The fields of Anfield Road
We are loyal supporters
And we come from Liverpool
Allez! Allez! Allez!
Allez! Allez! Allez!
Allez! Allez! Allez!
Allez! Allez! Allez!
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
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
Who’s that 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 the cup,
Then you better hurry up,
Cos its Liverpool F.C.,
Victorious and glorious
We took the Gwladys Street between the four of us,
So you better thank God, there was only f***ing four,
Imagine what we’de done if there was more of us.
We all live in a Red and White Kop
(To the tune of ‘We all live in a yellow submarine’ – The Beatles)
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)
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Everton too (they`re shit!)
We hate Man United
But….
Liverpool we love you.
