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 sands
In a battle that started next morning Under a Libyan sun I remember that poor Scouser Tommy Who was shot by an old Nazi gun "fuck the pope"
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 get thrown out quite a lot (every week)
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!
All you need is Rush All you need is Rush All you need is Rush, Rush Rush is all you need
.:: Fields of Anfield Road ::.
" sung to the tune fathers advice "
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