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Albert Stubbins
You can keep Billy Liddell
You can keep Roger Hunt
David Johnson was a bit of a cunt.
You can keep Kenny Dalglish
You can keep Ian Rush.
ALBERT STUBBINS is the man for us.
A L B E R T,
Albert Stubbins is the one for me.
B
Billy Shankly`s Boys
If you`re tired and you`re weary
And your just heart skips a beat
You`ll get your f*ckin head kicked in
If you walk down Heyworth St
If you come to The Albert
You`ll hear our famous noise
Get out you Everton b*st*rds
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 b*st*rds
We`re the Billy Shankly Boys.
Bill Shankly`s Pride And Joy
I`ll tell you of our football team
And Liverpool is the name.
We`ve won the cup, we`ve won the league
We`re the finest in the game
We have the greatest skipper
Any manager could employ.
Let`s drink six crates
To big Ron Yeats
Bill Shankly`s pride and joy.
F
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
Before you went to heaven
Now it`s glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.
Chorus
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play)
We had 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..
You led the great 11
Back in Rome in 77
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 he could play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road
P
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 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...
T
They All Say Our Days Are Numbered
The reds are coming up the hill, boys,
The reds are coming up the hill, boys,
They all laugh at us, they all laugh at us,
They all say our days are numbered,
Born to be a Scouse,
Victorious are we,
If you wanna win the cup, then you`d better hurry up,
Cos Liverpool FC
Glorious, victorious
Oh Come All Ye Faithful [top]
O come all ye faithful,
joyful and triumphant
O come ye,
O come ye to Anfield
Come and behold them
They`re the Kings of Europe
O come let us adore them
O come let us adore them
O come let us adore them - Liverpool
The Anfield Rap
The Anfield Rap was an idea of Reds midfielder Craig Johnston for the 1989 FA Cup Fi
