Chants

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 a sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Or 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 ne-ever walk alone

All round the Fields of Anfield Road,
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play!)
Steve Heighway on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.

We conquered all of Europe,
And we will never stop,
From Paris on to Turkey,
We’ve won the f*cking lot!

Bob Paisley and Bill Shankly,
The Fields of Anfield Road,
We are the supporters,
We come from Liverpool!

Allez, allez, allez!
Allez, allez, allez!
Allez, allez, allez!
Allez, allez, allez!

Can I 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

Now they put him in a Highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies flew around in their thousands
And there’s nothing to see but the sand

Well the battle started next morning
Under the Libyan sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old na*i gun

As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
With blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
These were the last words he said…

Ohhhhhh… I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I go there quite a lot* (Every Week)

We support the team thats dressed in Red
A team that you all know
A team that we call Liverpool
And to glory we will go

We’ve won the League, we’ve won the Cup
And we’ve been to Europe too
We played the toffees for a laugh
And we left them feeling blue – Five Nil!

One two
One two three
One two three four
Five nil!

Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

We are Liverpool!
Tra la la la la!

We are Liverpool!
Tra la la la la la la la!

We are Liverpool!
Tra la la la la!

We’re the best football team in the land!
Yes we are!

We love you, Liverpool, we do!
We love you, Liverpool, we do!
We love you, Liverpool, we do!
Oh, Liverpool, we love you!

Bring on yer Internazionale,
Bring on yer Roma by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid,
Who the f**k you trying to kid,
Because Liverpool are the team that we adore…

Divock scored in Spain
And the Reds went f*cking insane,

Fourteen years and we’re kings of Europe once more

We won it six times,
We won it six times,

We went to Madrid
And won it six times!

His name is Lucho
He came from Porto
He came to score
Came to score
Came to score, score, score
He’s Luis Diaz
He’s from Barrancas
Now he plays for Liverpool
Na na na na na

He’s a centre-half, he’s a number four.

Watch him defend, and we watch him score,

He’ll pass the ball, calm as you like,

He’s Virgil van Dijk, he’s Virgil van Dijk.

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!

Mo Salah! Mo Salah! Mo Salah!

Running down the wing

Salah, la, la, la

The Egyptian King!

Are you, Are you…
Going down to see
The greatest football team
The world has ever seen
Strange things have happened here
But nothings strange to me
We are the kings of Europe
We’re Liverpool FC La La La La La La La

[Chorus]
A Liverbird upon my chest (Upon my chest)
We are the men, of Shankly’s best (Of Shankly’s best)
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

[Verse 1]
With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue

[Chorus]
A Liverbird upon my chest (Upon my chest)
We are the men, of Shankly’s best (Of Shankly’s best)
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

[Verse 2]
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 (With Mr Sheen)

[Chorus]
A Liverbird upon my chest (Upon my chest)
We are the men, of Shankly’s best (Of Shankly’s best)
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

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[Verse 3]
Now on the glorious 10th of May
There’s laughing reds on Wembley Way
We’re full of smiles and joy and glee
It’s Everton 1 and Liverpool 3 (Easy)

[Chorus]
A Liverbird upon my chest (Upon my chest)
Upon my chest (Upon my chest)
We are the men, of Shankly’s best (Of Shankly’s best)
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

[Verse 4]
Now on the 20th of May
We’re laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
At Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

[Chorus]
A Liverbird upon my chest (Upon my chest)
We are the men, of Shankly’s best (Of Shankly’s best)
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

[Verse 5]
And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They’re probably crying still
At Liverpool 5 and Everton 0

We’re gonna win the league,
We’re gonna win the league,
Now you gotta believe us,
Now you gotta believe us,
Now you gotta believe us,
We’re gonna win the league…