Songs and Chants

The Kop

The wall of sound that the Kop generates terrifies opposing teams, and intimidates visiting fans. Couple that with the amazing Scouse wit, and Kopites set the standard for some of the most famous anthems and original chants in the game. Whether you’re new to the club, or need a bit of a refresher course, we’ve gathered a few of the songs and chants together that – as a Liverpool fan – you should know. Join in with us as we belt these out at Kezar and Devere’s.

Of course, the first and foremost is…

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.

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 .

Well, 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.

Well, the battle it started that morning
Under the Libyan sun.
I remember that poor scouser Tommy
he was shot by an old nazi gun.
As he lay on the battlefield dying
with the blood pouring out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying
These were the last words he said

O I am a Liverpudlian
and I come from The Spion Kop.
I like to sing , I like to shout
I (get thrown out /go there) quite a lot .

We support the team thats dressed in Red
Its a team that you all know.
Its a team that we call Liverpool
to glory we will go.

We’ve won the league
We’ve won the cup
We’ve won in Europe too
And we played the toffees for a laugh
and left them feeling blue

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

A Liverbird Upon My Chest

Here’s a song about a football team
The greatest team you’ve ever seen
A team that play total Football
They’ve won the league, Europe and all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They’re probably crying still at
Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.

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

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

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

Now back in 1965
When great Bill Shankly was alive
We’re playing Leeds, the score’s 1-1
When it fell to the head of Ian St John

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

On April 15th ’89
What should have been a joyous time
Ninety six Friends, we all shall miss
And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE)

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 (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 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

We Won it Five Times

We won it Wembley
We won it gay-Paris
In 77 and 84 it was Rome

We won it five times
We won it five times
In Istanbul
We won it five times

Steve Gerrard

Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
He’ll pass the ball forty yards
He’s big and he’s f**king hard
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard

F**k off, Chelsea FC

F**k off, Chelsea FC
You ain’t got no history
Five European Cups
And Eighteen leagues
That’s what we call his-to-ry!

Just Can’t Get Enough (Suarez)

His name is Luis Suarez, he wears the famous red
I just can’t get enough! I just can’t get enough!
When he scores a volley, or when he scores a head
I just can’t get enough! I just can’t get enough!
He scores a goal and the Kop goes wild
And I just can’t seem to get enough Suarez
Do-do-de-do-do-do-doodoo!
Do-do-de-do-do-do-doodoo!
Do-do-de-do-do-do-doodoo!