His name is Suarez and he wears the famous red
I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough
When he scores a volley or gets one with his head
I just can't 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

Who the f*ck are Man United?
Who the f*ck are Man United?
Who the f*ck are Man United?
And the reds go marching on on on…

Oh Manchester (Oh Manchester),
Is full of sh*te (Is full of sh*te),
Oh Manchester is full of sh*te,
its full of sh*te, sh*te and more sh*te,
Oh Manchester is full of sh*te…

Steven Gerrard is our captain,
Steven Gerrard is a red,
Steven Gerrard plays for Liverpool,
A Scouser born and bred.

Dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur,
Dur dur dur dur dur dur dur,
Dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur.

And then one night in Turkey,
It was 21 years since Rome,
With a Liverbird upon his chest,
He brought the cup back home,
Dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur,
Dur dur dur dur dur dur dur,
Dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur dur…

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…

F*ck Off Chelsea FC,
You ain't got no history,
Five European Cup's and 18 leagues,
That's what we call history…

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the 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

Love is a burning thing
And it makes a firery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire…

Oh I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.

A number one is Carragher
A number two is Carragher
A number three is Carragher
A number four is Carragher
Carragher

We all dream of the team of Carraghers
Team of Carraghers
Team of Carraghers

A number five is Carragher
A number six is Carragher
A number seven is Carragher
A number eight is Carragher
Carragher

We all dream of the team of Carraghers
Team of Carraghers
Team of Carraghers

A number nine is Carragher
A number ten is Carragher
A number eleven is Carragher
A twenty-three is Carragher
Carragher

We all dream of the team of Carraghers
Team of Carraghers
Team of Carraghers

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
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

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

Your just to good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you,
You've got a heavenly touch,
You pass like Souness to Rush,
And when we're pissed in the bars,
We thank the Lord that your ours,
Your just to good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you

Oh
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Steven, Steven Ge- rrard,

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U,
Oh Steven Gerrard,
He hates the blue shite too,
Oh Steven Gerrard,
You're a red through and through!

One nil down,
Two one up,
Michael Owen won the cup,

With a top class paddy pass,
Gave the lad the ball,
Poor old Arsenal won fuck all

London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
Poor old Arsenal

Build it up with Red and White
Red and White
Red and White
Build it up with Red and White
Poor old Arsenal

You’ve got no history
You’ve got no history
You’ve got no history
You’ve got no history

Pepe Reina, Pepe Reina
Hey! Hey!
Pepe Reina, Pepe Reina
Hey! Hey!

L-I-V
E-R-P
Double-O L Liverpool FC

Ste Gerrard, Gerrard
He’ll pass the ball forty yards
He's big and he's fuckin’ hard
Ste Gerrard, Gerrard

Liverpool, Liverpool, Liverpool…

Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
Oh when the Reds go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the Reds go marching in

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