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Bertie Mee Said To Bill Shankly

Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly.

Have you heard of the North Bank Highbury.

Shanks said no,

I don't thnik so...

Have you heard of the Anfield aggro...

Bertie Mee said to Bill Shankly.

Have you heard of the North Bank Highbury.

Shanks said no,

I don't thnik so...

Have you heard of the Anfield aggro...

Best Behaved Supporters In The Land

We're the best behaved supporters in the land.

We're the best behaved supporters in the land.

We're the best behaved supporters,

The best behaved supporters,

The best behaved supporters in the land.

We're a right shower of bastards when ew lose.

We're a right shower of bastards when ew lose.

We're a right shower of bastards,

A right shower of bastards,

A right shower of bastards when we lose.

We're totally non committal when we draw.

We're totally non committal,

Totally non committal,

Totally non committal when we draw.

Best Midfield in The World

Woah, woah, woah.

We've got the best midfield in the world.

We've got,

Xabi Alonso, Momo Sissoko, Gerrard and MAscherano...

Woah, woah, woah.

We've got the best midfield in the world.

We've got,

Xabi Alonso, Momo Sissoko, Gerrard and MAscherano...

Bill Liddell

When he runs down the wing

You can hear the Kop sing

Billy Liddell!

When he runs through to score

You can hear the Kop roar

Billy Liddell

La la la la la la

La la la la la la

Bil-ly Lid-dell

Bill Shankly Boys

If you're tired and you're weary

And your heart skips a beat

You'll get your fucking head kicked in

If you walk down Heyworth Street

If you come to The Albert

You'll hear our famous noise

Get out you Everton bastards

We're the Billy Shankly Boys

We're the boys from The Kop

We're loyal and we're true

And when we play the Everton

We're ready for a do

To the cry of "NO SURRENDER"

You'll hear our famous noise

Get out you Everton bastards

We're the Billy Shankly Boys.

Bill Shankly From Glenbuck

Twas on a cold December's day

Back in 1959

When a man came down from Hudersfield Town

To lead the Anfield line

He bought Yeats from Dundee and St. John

And the football world was shook

This man he became a legend

Bill Shankly from Glenbuck.

On the Kop we'd sway and sing

Till our hearts would burst with pride

And Shanks he made a pact with us

To build another side

With Keegan, Tosh and Steve Heighway

The great man kept his word

Then in '74 he bade farewell

Our dear old Scottish Laird.

Now when Shanks was gone we sang walk on

But feared we'd walk alone,

The search was on to find the one

Who could fill the masters throne.

The one we crowned became renowned

Throughout the football game

Three European Cups, six championships,

Bob Paisley was his name.

Now when Bob stepped down he left his crown

Inside his Anfield home

Joe Fagan came and brought new fame

With a treble won in Rome

Though the Heysel year left Joe in tears,

The following year he'd sing,

When we won the league and FA Cup

And Kenny was our king.

When he played in red Bob Paisley said

He's the best he'd ever seen

And the team he built in 88

Ruled the football league supreme.

And when Hillsborough left us all bereaved

And the Kop bedecked in flowers,

Kenny proved he truly was a king

In Anfield's darkest hour.

Now the mantles being past to a man from France

And it's Houllier we praise.

As the reds walk on, the Kops in song

And we savour glory days

Days of ball to feet, of victory sweet

Days of passion, guile and fire

The legacy of one so great

Bill Shankly from Ayshire.

Bill Shankly's Pride and Joy

Let me tell you of our football team,

Liverpool is the name.

We've won the league, we've won the cup,

We're the finest in the game,

We've got the greatest skipper any manager could employ,

Lets drink six crates to big Ron Yeats,

Bill Shankly's pride and joy.

Billy the King

Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink

To Billy the king, the king, the king,

The creator of the greatest team,

For he invented professional football,

And this year we'll win the league.

Now Gerry Byrne,

Refused a tourniquet,

When he's broken his collarbone,

And they just rubbed on medicinal compound,

And Gerry goes marching on, on, ON!

Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink

To Billy the king, the king, the king,

The creator of the greatest team,

For he invented professional football,

And this year we'll win the league.

Bring on...

Bring on your Manchester United,

Bring on your cockneys by the score,

And we'll take them two by two,

And kick fuck out of you

Cos Liverpool are the team that we adore

Bruno Cheyrou

Chim chiminee,

Chim chiminee,

Chim chim cheroo,

Who needs Giggsy when u got Cheyrou!

Liverpool spieva na A

Liverpool spieva na C

Liverpool spieva na D

Liverpool spieva na E

Liverpool spieva na F

Liverpool spieva na G

Liverpool spieva na H

Liverpool spieva na I