FC Liverpool 1
- FC Liverpool Logo.
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 is a golden sky
And the sweet
silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams
be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on
with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never,
ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk
on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never,
ever walk alone.
Bring on ya
Manchester United,
Bring on ya
Cockneys by the score,
And well take you
two by two,
When we’ll kick
the f**k outta you,
Cuz Liverpool are
the team that we adore…
Outside the
Shankly Gates,
I heard a Kopite calling,
Shankly they
have taken you away,
But you left
the great eleven,
Just before they
took you to heaven,
And the Redmen are
still playing the same way.
All round the
fields of Anfield Road,
Where once we watched
the king Kenny play,
We had Heighway was 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 seventy seven
And the Redmen
are still playing the same way
We’re on our way to Wembley,
we shall not be moved
On our way to Wembley,
we shall not be moved
Just like a team
that’s gonna win the FA cup
We shall not be moved
We shall not,
we shall not be moved
We shall not,
we shall not be moved
Just like a team,
that’s gonna win the FA cup.
We shall not be moved
On the road to heaven
we shall not be moved
On the road to heaven
we shall not be moved
Just like a team
that’s gonna have it all sown up
We shall not be moved
We shall not,
we shall not be moved
We shall not,
we shall not be moved
Just like a team,
that’s gonna have it all sown up.
We shall not be moved
Brothers together
we shall not be moved
Brothers together
we shall not be moved
Just like a team
that’s got it and it won’t give up
We shall not be moved
We shall not,
we shall not be moved
We shall not,
we shall not be moved
Just like a team,
that’s got it and it won’t give up
We shall not be moved
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard,
He’ll pass the ball 40 yards,
He’s big and he’s f***ing hard,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard…
Who’s that dying on the runway?
Who’s that dying in the snow?
It’s Matt Busby and his boys
Making such a fucking noise
Coz they can’t get
their aeroplane to go!
Fuck off FC chelsea!
You aint got no history!
3 european cups, 18 leagues,
Thats what we call history!
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
Oh Liverpool we love you.
Shankly is our hero,
he showed us how to play
The mighty reds of Europe
are out to win today
He made a team of champions,
with every man a king
And every game we love
to win and this is what we sing.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
Oh Liverpool we love you.
Clemence is our goalie,
the best there is around
And Keegan is the greatest
that Shankly ever found
Heighway is our favourite,
a wizard of the game
Anh heres the mighty Toshack
to do it once again.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
Oh Liverpool we love you.
We`ve won the league,
we`ve won the cup,
We`re masters of the game.
And just to prove
how good we are
We`ll do it all again.
We`ve got another team to beat
and so we`ve got to try
`Cos we§re the best in all the land
And that`s the reason why ..
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do.
Oh Liverpool we love you.
Well we`re on our way to Roma
On the twenty fifth of May
All the Kopites they will be singing
The Vatican Bells they will be ringing
Liverpool F C will be bringing
The European Cup Home
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 sand.
As the battle was starting next morning,
Under the Libyan sun,
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy,
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun.
As he lay on the battlefield dyin-dyin-dying,
With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head)
As he lay on the battlefield dyin-dyin-dying,
These were the last words he said:
Oooh, I am a Liverpudlian,
I come from the Spion Kop,
I like to sing, I like to chant,
I go there quite a lot.
Support a team, that plays in red,
A team that we all know,
A team that we call Liverpool,
To glory we will go.
We won the league, we won the cup,
We`ve been to Europe too,
We played the Toffees for a laugh,
And left them feeling blue 5-0
1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0!
Rush scored one,
Rush scored two,
Rush scored three,
And Rush scored four…