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After The Ball Is Over

After the game is over,

After the whistle blew,

Campbell got excited,

And down the wing he flew,

He passed the ball to Liddell

Liddell scored a goal,

And left poor Everton's goalie,

Flying on his 'ole

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.

A Liverbird upon my chest

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.

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.

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 down Wembley Way.

We're full of smiles and joy and glee.

It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3.

A Liverbird upon my chest.

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.

Four Ian Rush goasl had made there mark.

Those Evertonians are crying still.

It's Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.

A Liverbird upon my chest.

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 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.

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.

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.

96 friends, we all shall 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.

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 went to Rome in 84.

We won the treble like never before.

Barney Rubble was the man.

Who won the cup for Joe Fagan.

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.

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

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso

And it's Liv-er-pool

And it's Liv-er-pool,

Liverpool FC

We're by far the greatest team,

The world has ever seen...

And it's Liv-er-pool,

Liverpool FC

We're by far the greatest team,

The world has ever seen...

Anfield 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 fucking Kopite Gobshites,

We're going down the Road end for the big fight, Na na na...

A Scouse At Warwick Station

One scouse at warwick station

One Stanley sitting by his side

Quick trip to Picadilly

Then we'll fucking take Moss Side

A Scouser Born & Bred

Steven Gerrard is our captain,

Steven Gerrard is a red.

Steven gerrard plays for Liverpool,

A Scouser born and bred.

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And then one night in Turkey,

It was 21 years since Rome.

With a Liverbird upon his chest,

He brought the cup back home.

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Liverpool spieva na B

Liverpool spieva na C

Liverpool spieva na D

Liverpool spieva na E

Liverpool spieva na F

Liverpool spieva na G

Liverpool spieva na H

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