.:: Town Full Of Scrubbers (chant) ::.

Town full of scrubbers,
You're just a town full of scrubbers,
Town full of scrubbers,
You're just a town full of scrubbers...

.:: One Pepe, Two Pepe, Three Pepe Reina ::.

One Pepe,
Two Pepe,
Three Pepe Reina,
He comes from Spain and he eats paella,
One Pepe, two Pepe, three Pepe Reina,
Ohhhhhhhhhh Pepe Reina!

.:: Pepe Reina (chant) ::.

Pepe Reina,
Pepe Reina,
Hey, hey,
Pepe Reina,
Pepe Reina,
Hey, hey...

.:: Come On You Mighty Reds ::.

Come on you mighty Reds,
Come on you mighty Reds,
Come on you Reds,
Come on you mighty Reds
(clap,clap)

.:: Harry Kewell ::.

Harry, 
Harry Kewell,
Harry,
Harry Kewell...

.:: We're The Pride Of Merseyside ::.

We're the pride,
We're the pride,
We're the pride of Merseyside,
We're the pride of Mer-sey-side!

.:: We're Gonna Win The League ::.

We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
Now you gonna believe us,
Now you gonna believe us,
Now you gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league...

.:: Come All - Emlyn ::.

Come all without,
Come all within,
You ain't seen nothin' like the mighty Emlyn!

.:: Bounce On The Cockneys (chant) ::.

We're gonna bounce on the Cockneys,
Bounce on the Cockneys, tonight,
We're gonna bounce on the Cockneys,
Bounce on the Cockneys, tonight.

.:: Der-Der-Der (chant) ::.

Der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der,
Der, der, der, der, der, der, der ,der...

.:: Simon Mignolet ::.

He's our keeper,
A Belgian keepar,
He's Simon Mignolet,

He's our keeper,
A Belgian keepar,
He's Simon Mignolet,

A Mignolet, a Mignolet, a Mignolet...

.:: I Was Born Under Liverburd ::.

Shankly made us famous,
Paisley made us sing,
Rafa gave us Istanbul,
And Kenny was our King,
I was born under Liverbird,
I was born under Liverbird...

.:: Na-Na-Na Dirk Kuyt (chant) ::.

Na,
Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na, Na,
Dirk Kuyt!

.:: 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 sands,

In a battle that started next morning,
Under a Libyan 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 get 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!

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
 

All You Need Is Rush, de de de de de,

All You Need Is Rush, de de de de de,
All You Need Is Rush, Rush,
Rush Is All You Need.

.:: 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,
Just before you went to heaven,
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 could he play),
Stevie 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..
But you led the great eleven,
Back in Rome in '77,
And the redmen are still playing the same way

All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play),
Stevie Heighway on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

.:: We Hate Nottingham Forest ::.

We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Everton too (they’re shit!)
We hate Man United,
But Liverpool we love you!
(All together now!)

We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Everton too – they’re shit!
We hate Man United,
But Liverpool we love you!

.:: Those Were The Days ::.

Those were the days my friends,
We took the Stretford End,
We took the Shed,
The North Bank Highbury,
(Easy)!

We took the Geordies too,
We fought for Liverpool,
We are the Kop,
Of Liverpool F.C.

.:: 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 the 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!

.:: 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,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(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,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(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
(With Mr. Sheen!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(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 down Wembley Way,
We're full of smiles and joy and glee,
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3,
(Easy!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(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 down Wembley Way,
Those Evertonians are feeling blue,
It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
(The blueshites 2!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Of Shankly's best!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

And as we sang round Goodison Park,
Four Ian Rush goals had make there mark,
Those Evertonians crying still,
It's Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
(The blushites nil!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Of Shankly's best!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

Now 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 side so great!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(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
(Of Ian St John)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(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,
96 Friends, we all will miss,
And all the Kopites want justice,
(JUSTICE!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(JUSTICE!) 
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(JUSTICE!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
(JUSTICE!) 
And wins the championship in May
(JUSTICE!)

The angels came one sunny day,
They came to take our Bob away,
The greatest sight for you to see,
3 European cups for Bob Paisley
(Paisley!) 

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Paisley!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Paisley!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

We went to Rome in '84,
We won the treble like never before,
Barney Rubble was the man,
Who won the cup for Joe Fagan,
(Fagan!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Fagan!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Fagan!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

Now we sang round Goodison Park,
Those Evertonians in a nark,
44 yards were in attack,
The sweet right foot of Gary Mac
(Of Gary Mac!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Gary Mac)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Gary Mac)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Of Shankly's best!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

Now under Rafa Benitez,
We've got Alonso, Morientes,
And Robbie Fowler in attack,
The championship is coming back
(Is coming back!)

A Liverbird upon my chest,
(Upon my chest!)
We are the men, of Shankly's best,
(Of Shankly's best!)
A team that plays the Liverpool way,
And wins the championship in May

.:: London Bridge Poor Old Arsenal ::.

London bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London bridge is falling down,
Poor old Arsenal!

Build it up with red and white,
Red and white, red and white,
Build it up with red and white,
Poor old Arsenal!

.:: Mario Fantastico (chant) ::.

Mario fantastico,
Mario magnifico,
Ole, ole,
Ole, ole...

.:: Dalglish (chant) ::.

clap, clap, 
clap, clap, clap,
clap, clap, clap, clap,
Dalglish!

.:: We Only Hate Mancs (chant) ::.

We only hate Mancs,
We only hate Mancs,
We're not racist,
We only hate Mancs!

.:: Rafa In Istanbul ::.

Mourinho said don't worry,
Chelsea have nothing to fear,
But how he went so quiet,
When up popped Luis Garcia,
His shot it had no power,
But then he took his goal
And now he's taking Rafa to Istanbul

Rafael, Rafael,
Rafa in Istanbul

Benitez said don't worry,
I'll wipe away your tears
Cos Stevie G's a Red 
And a Red he'll be for years
You can keep your John Terry,
tick your Lampard up your arse
Cos Carragher is here
And Gerrard's staying ours

Rafael, Rafael,
Rafa in Istanbul!

.:: Scousers Rule And Don't You Forget It (chant) ::.

Scousers rule and don't you forget it,
Scousers rule and don't you forget it,
Scousers rule and don't you forget it,
Chelsea.

.:: Bring On Yer Mighty Barcelona ::.

Bring on yer mighty Barcelona,
Bring on yer Roma's by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid,
Who the fuck you're tryin' to kid.
'Cos Liverpool are the team that we adore...

.:: Xabi Alonso ::.

A-L-O,
N-S-O,
It's Alonso,
Xabi, Xabi Alonso!

He came from Sociedad to play in our midfield,
His passing and his shooting are sublime,
If we had to choose between him and Fat Frank,
We would chose Xabi every time!

A-L-O,
N-S-O,
it's Alonso,
Xabi, Xabi Alonso!

We drew Luton Town in the FA Cup,
Xabi and the keeper had a race,
Xabi had a shot from 70 yards,
You should've seen the look on Gerrard's face!

A-L-O,
N-S-O,
It's Alonso,
Xabi, Xabi Alonso!

.:: Viva John Terry ::.

Viva John Terry,
Viva John Terry,
Could've won the cup,
But he fucked it up,
Viva John Terry...

.:: 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,
We'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!

.:: Maxi Rodriguez ::.

Maxi,
Maxi Rodriguez,
Run down the wing for me,
Dah da da da da,
Dah da da da da,
Dah da da da da,
Dah da da da da...

.:: Bring On Yer Internazionale ::.

Bring on yer Internazionale,
Bring on yer Roma by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid,
Who the fuck you tryin' to kid,
'Cos Liverpool are the team that we adore...