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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)