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)

Outside the Paisley Gates

I heard a Kopite calling

Paisley, they have taken you away

But you led the great eleven

Back in Rome in 77

And the Redmen they're still playing the same way

(Chorus)

Beside the Hillsborough 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.

(Chorus)

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

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 a Libyan sun

I remember that poor Scouser Tommy

Who was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying dying)

With the blood rushing out of his head (of his head)

As he lay on the battlefield 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 plays 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

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

All You Need Is Rush, de de de de de

All You Need Is Rush, de de de de de

All You Need Is Rush, Rush,

Rush Is All You Need.