Chants and Songs
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.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.
Fields of Anfield Road
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
POOR SCOUSER TOMMY
So they put him in a Highland divisionSent him off to a far foreign landWhere the flies swarm around in their thousandsAnd there's nothing to see but the sand
In a battle that started next morningUnder a Libyan sunI remember that poor Scouser TommyWho was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying dying)With the blood rushing out of his head (of his head)As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying dying)These were the last words he said...
Oh...I am a LiverpudlianI come from the Spion KopI like to sing, I like to shoutI get thrown out quite a lot (every week)
We support the team that plays in redA team that we all knowA team that we call LiverpoolAnd to glory we will go
We've won the League, we've won the CupWe've been to Europe tooWe played the Toffees for a laughAnd we left them feeling blue - Five Nil !
One twoOne two threeOne two three fourFive nil!
Rush scored oneRush scored twoRush scored threeAnd Rush scored four
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
All You Need Is Rush, de de de de deAll You Need Is Rush, de de de de deAll You Need Is Rush, Rush,Rush Is All You Need.
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
Allez! Allez! Allez!
We've conquered all of Europe
& We're never going to stop
From Paris Down To Turkey
We've won the ****** 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!
(Repeat)
Bobby Firminho Song
There's something that the Kop wants you to know
The best in the world is Bobby Firmino
Our number 9
Give him the ball and he'll score every time
Si Señor
Give the ball to Bobby and he will score
VVD Song
HE'S OUR CENTRE HALF
HE'S OUR NUMBER FOUR
WATCH HIM DEEEEFEND
AND WE WATCH HIM SCOOOOORE
HE'LL PASS THE BALL
CALM AS YOU LIKE
HE'S VIRGIL VAN DIJK
HE'S VIRGIL VAN DIJK
Here's to You Jordan Henderson
So here's to you Jordan Henderson,
Anfield loves you more than you will know
woah oh oh oh
& God Bless you please, Jordan Henderson.
Kenny always said that you could play, the Liverpool way!
Hey hey hey
“I’m so glad that Jurgen is a Red.
“I’m so glad he delivered what he said.
“Jurgen said to me, you know. We’ll win the Premier League, you know. He said so.
“I’m in love with him and I feel fine.
“I’m so glad that Jurgen is a Red.
“I’m so glad he delivered what he said.
“Jurgen said to me, you know. We’ll win the Premier League, you know. He said so.
“I’m in love with him and I feel fine.”
“Ohhh, he wears the number 20,
He will take us to victory,
And when he’s running down the left-wing,
He’ll cut inside and score for LFC,
He’s a lad from Portugal,
Better than Figo don’t you know,
Ohhh, his name is Diogo!”
LFCCLT Toast
Here's to us, the mighty Reds,
To all of us, alive and dead.
Here's to the old guard,
Here's to the new.
Here's to the Scouse,
Through and through.
Cheers Lads.