LFC Songs
Liverpool FC 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,
Is 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.
The Fields Of Anfield Road
Outside the Shankly GatesI 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 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
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're still playing the same way
Repeat Chorus
Beside the Hillsbrough flame
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many taken on that day,
Justice has never been done
But their memory will carry on
There'll be glory round the Fields of Anfield Road
Repeat Chorus
Allez Allez Allez
We've conquered all of EuropeWe're never going to stop
From Paris down to Turkey,
We've won the fucking 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
Allez Allez Allez
Allez Allez Allez
Mo Salah
Mo Salah, Mo Salah, Mo SalahRunning down the wing
Salah, La, La La, La, La, La
The Egyptian King
Van Dijk
He's our centre half, he's our number 4Watch him defend and we watch him score
He can pass the ball, calm as you like
He's Virgil Van Dijk, he's Virgil Van Dijk
Conor Bradley
Conor Bradley can playIn the Liverpool way
Conor Bradley from County Tyrone
Conor Bradley's a Red
Leaves defenders for dead
Conor Bradley You'll Never Walk Alone
He can shoot, he can pass
Covers every blade of grass
Turned Kylian Mbappe right over
When he runs down the wing
And the Kop starts to sing
Conor Bradley the Irish rover
Diogo Jota
Oh, 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
Oh, his name is Diogo!
Andy Robertson
Oh Andy, AndyAndy Andy Andy
Andy Robertson
Luis Diaz
His name is LuchoHe 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
Alisson Becker
Alisson Becker the Brazilian in our goalWe love him as our own
He loves to get the ball to Mo
There once was a corner, Ali ran up on his own
What happened don't you know?
He scored a fucking wonder goal
Alisson Becker (All We Need)
We've seen the great European nightsWhere Anfield glows under floodlight
Saint-Etienne, it echoes on
The Kop in voice, in unison
The keepers we've had through the years
Ray Clemence lifted ol' Big Ears
Elisha Scott, Bruce Grobbelaar
We needed the, next superstar
We called for you, you came from Rome
We bought you with the money from
Coutinho
All we need is Alisson Becker
He's our keeper, Alisson Becker
All we need is Alisson Becker
He's our keeper
Alisson it's true
Alisson, us Kopites
We love you
Bill Shankly built a bastion
In Paisley's reign, he carried on
They won it all
They made us dream
We'll never stop
We go again
The keepers we've had through the years
Ray Clemence lifted ol' Big Ears
Elisha Scott, Bruce Grobbelaar
We needed the, next superstar
We called for you, you came from Rome
We bought you with the money from
Coutinho
All we need is Alisson Becker
He's our keeper, Alisson Becker
All we need is Alisson Becker
He's our keeper, Alisson Becker
All we need is Alisson Becker
He's our keeper
Alisson it's true
Alisson, us Kopites
We love you
Arne Slot
Arne Slot! La-la, la, la-la!Arne Slot! La-la, la, la-la!
We're Gonna Win The League
We're gonna win the league,We're gonna win the league,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league.
We're gonna win the league,
We're gonna win the league,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
And now you're gonna believe us,
We're gonna win the league.
L-I-V
L-I-VE-R-P
Double-O L
Liverpool FC
L-I-V
E-R-P
Double-O L
Liverpool FC
Liv-er-pool
Red And White Kop
On a Saturday afternoon We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a red and white Spion Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
In a town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the seas
And he told me of his pride
They were a famous football team
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly
We all live in red and white Kop...
The Famous Man United Went to Rome
The famous Man United went to Rome to see the PopeThe famous Man United went to Rome to see the Pope
The famous Man United went to Rome to see the Pope
and this is what he said...
F**k Off!
Who the f**k are Man United?
Who the f**k are Man United?
Who the f**k are Man United?
as the Reds go marching on, on, on!
Liverbird Upon My Chest
Here's a song about a football teamThe greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total football
They've won the league, Europe and all.
Chorus:
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
With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue
Repeat Chorus
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
Repeat Chorus
Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds down Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3
Repeat Chorus
Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians are feeling blue
It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
Repeat Chorus
And as we sang round Goodison Park
Four Ian Rush goals had made their mark
Those Evertonians are crying still
It's Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
Repeat Chorus
Now we Remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great
Repeat Chorus
Now back in 1965
When the great Bill Shankly was alive
We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1
When up pops the head of Ian St John
Repeat Chorus
On April 15th '89
What should have been a joyous time
Ninety six Friends, we all will miss
And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE)
Poor Scouser Tommy
Let me tell you the story of a poor boyWho 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
In a battle that started next morning
Under an Arabian sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head)
As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying
These were the last words he said...
Oh... I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I go there quite a lot
We support the team that's dressed in Red
A team that we all know
A team that we call LIVERPOOL
And to glory we will go
We've won the League, we've won the Cup
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!
We Love You Liverpool, We Do
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
An 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
Poetry In Motion
We are Liverpool,Tra la la la la
We are Liverpool,
Tra 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!
Poetry in Motion
Tra la la la la
We are Liverpool,
Tra la la la la la
Poetry in Motion
Tra la la la la
We're the best football team in the land,
YES WE ARE!
Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Oh come all ye faithfuljoyful and triumphant
Oh come ye, oh come ye to Anfield
Come and behold them
They're the Kings of Europe
Oh come let us adore them
Oh come let us adore them
Oh come let us adore them
LIVERPOOL
Oh Campione
Ohh Campione,The one and only,
We're Liverpool
They say our days are numbered,
We're not famous anymore,
But Scousers rule the country
like they've always done before
Ohh Campione
The one and only,
We're Liverpool
Shankly built a football team
That shook the Spion Kop
We've conquered all of Europe
And we're never gonna stop
Ohh Campione,
The one and only,
We're Liverpool
We Won it Five Times
We won it at Wem-b-elyWe won it in Gay Paris
In 77 and 84 it was Rome
We've won it 5 times
We've won it 5 ti-imes
In Istanbul, we won it 5 times
When Emlyn lifted it high
He lit up the Roman sky
Thommo in Paris and Souness did it aswell
We've won it 5 times
We've won it 5 ti-imes
In Istanbul, we won it 5 times
At Wembley we won it our home
Took 26,000 to Rome
20,000 to Paris when we won it again
We've won it 5 times
We've won it 5 ti-imes
In Istanbul, we won it 5 times
Stevie G's eyes lit up
As he lifted the European Cup
21 years and now its coming back home
We've won it 5 times
We've won it 5 ti-imes
In Istanbul, we won it 5 times
We're The Best Behaved Supporters
We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're the best behaved supporters
The best behaved supporters
We're the best behaved supporters in the land (when we win)
We're a right shower of bas****s when we lose
We're a right shower of bas****s when we lose
We're a right shower of bas****s
A right shower of bas****s
We're a right shower of bas****s when we lose (but we don't)
We're totally non-committal when we draw
We're totally non-committal when we draw
We're total non-committal
Totally non-committal
We're totally non-committal when we draw
Show Them
Show them the way to go homeThey're tired and they want to go to bed (for a wank!)
Cos they're only half a football team
Compared to the boys in red
Oh!
Five European Cups
First European Cup, was won in It-a-ly,Terry Mac, Tommy Smith, and Neal he made it three,
Monchengladbach mangled, by the team of Bob Paisley,
Oh the First European Cup, we won in It-a-ly!
Second European Cup, was won In Wemb-er-ley,
Goodnight Brugge, All hail King Ken-ny,
What a night in London! Oh what a mem-or-y!
Oh the Second European Cup, we won in Wemb-er-ley!
Third European cup, was won in Paris, France,
Eighty-Second min-ute, and Barney took his chance,
Real Mad-rid sent packin', in the ci-ty of Romance,
Oh the Third European cup, we won in Paris, France!
Fourth European cup, was won in It-a-ly,
Brucie's Wobbly Legs, and a pen by Ken-ne-dy,
Now we'd four, when before we'd only three,
Oh the Fourth European Cup, we won in It-a-ly!
Fifth European Cup, was won in Is-tan-bul,
Three-Nil, Three-All, What a Mi-ra-cle,
Now it's here forever, to stay in Liv-er-pool,
Oh the Fifth European Cup, we won in Istanbul!
When the Reds go Marching In
Oh when the RedsGo marching in
Oh when the Reds go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the Reds go marching in
And It's Liv Er Pool
Liverpool FCWe're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
And it's Liv er pool
Liverpool FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
London Bridge Is Falling Down
London Bridge is falling downFalling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
Poor old Chelsea
Build it up with Red and White
Red and White
Red and White
Build it up with Red and White
Poor old Chelsea
We Shall Not Be Moved
We shall not we shall not be movedWe shall not we shall not be moved
Just like the team
that's going to win the (European Cup/Championship/FA Cup)
We shall not be moved
Manchester Is Full Of Sh**
Oh Manchester (Oh Manchester)It's full of sh**, it's full of sh**
Oh Manchester is full of sh**
It's full of sh**, sh** and more sh**
Oh Manchester is full of sh**
Arse Of A Crow
If I had the wings of a sparrowIf I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Old Trafford tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below
Those Were The Days
Those were the days my friendsWe took the Stretford End
We took the Shed
The North Bank Highbury
We took the Geordies too
We fought for Liverpool
We are the Kop
Of Liverpool FC
We Hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Nottingham ForestWe hate Everton too
We hate Man United
But Liverpool we love you
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Everton too
We hate Man United
But Liverpool we love you
Chelsea FC
F**k off Chelsea F.C,You ain't got no history,
5 European cups and 18 leagues
That's what we call history!
Did The Ball Go In?
Did the ball go in?Did the ball stay out?
In out, In out
The Kop had no doubt
We all went to Istanbul
And Chelsea went out
And that's what it's all about!
We're the European Champions
The European Champions
The European Champions
And that's what it's all about!
Did the ball go in?
Did the ball stay out?
In out, In out
The Kop had no doubt
We all went to Istanbul
And Chelsea went out
And that's what it's all about!
We're the European Champions
The European Champions
The European Champions
And that's what it's all about!
Luis Suarez
His name is Suarez, he wears the famous RedI just can't get enough, I just can't get enough
When he scores a volley or when he scores a head
I just cant get enough, I just can't get enough
He scores a goal and the Kop go wild
And I just can't seem to get enough Suarez
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Luis Suarez!
Fernando Torres
His armband proved he was a red - Torres, TorresYou'll never walk alone it said - Torres, Torres
We bought the lad from Sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again
Fer-nan-do Torres Liverpool's Number 9
His armband proved he was a red - Torres, Torres
You'll never walk alone it said - Torres, Torres
We bought the lad from Sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again
Fer-nan-do Torres Liverpool's Number 9
Gary Macca
Oohhh! Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca,Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca
Oh we Love yer Baldy 'ead (Oh we Love yer Baldy 'ead )
Yer Baldy 'ead, yer Baldy 'ead
You're Gary Mac (You're Gary Mac)
OOhhh! Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac
Oh we loved yer Derby Goal
Oh we loved yer Barca Pen
Oh we loved yer Spurs Peno
Oh we loved yer Coventry Goal
Oh we loved yer Bradford Goal
Oh we loved yer Dortmund Pen
Oh we love your sweet right foot
Oh we got you on a free
Oh we went and won all 3
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac
Too Good to be True
You're just too good to be trueCan't take the ball off of you
You've got a heavenly touch
You pass like Souness to Rush
And when we're all drunk in the bars
We thank the Lord that you're ours
You're just to good to be true
Can't take the ball off of you
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Geeeer-raaaard
Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the Blueshite too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a Red through and through
We All Dream of a Team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of CarraghersA team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
Number one is Carragher
Number two is Carragher
Number three is Carragher
Number four is Carragher......
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
Number five is Carragher
Number six is Carragher
Number seven is Carragher
Number eight is Carragher......
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
Number nine is Carragher
Number ten is Carragher
Number eleven is Carragher
Number twelve is Carragher......
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
Number thirteen is Carragher
Number fourteen is Carragher
Number fifteen is Carragher
Number twenty-three is Carragher......
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
A team of Carraghers
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!
Bobby Firmino
There's something that the Kop wants you to knowThe best in the world, his name is Bobby Firmino
Our number 9
Give him the ball and he'll score every time
Si Senor
Give the ball to Bobby and he will score
Jurgen Klopp
Juuuuuuurrrrrgen Klopp Klopp KloppHe's the new king of the Kop
Jurgen Klopp Klopp Klopp
He will take us to the top
Champions League, FA Cup
We will win the f***ing lot
With Jurgen Klopp Klopp Klopp
He's the new king of the Kop
Steve Gerrard
Steve Gerrard, Gerrardhe'll pass the ball 40 yards
he's big and he's f@*king hard,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
Top of the League
We are top of the leagueLooking down on the blueshite
And the only explanation I can find
Is the form we have found
Since Arne's been around
And he's put us at the top of the league