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(Melodi: You’ll never walk alone)
Sign on,
Sign on,
With hope in your heart,
But you'll never get a job,
You'll never get a job.....

(Melodi: ukendt)
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
The fucking big arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Anfield tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, Shit on,
Shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, Shit on,
Shit on the bastards below, below.

(Melodi: råbes)

You scouse bastard
You scouse bastard…

(Melodi: Oh my darling clementine)

Build a bonfire, build a bonfire,
Put the scousers on the top,
Put the city in the middle,
And we burn the fucking lot.

(Melodi: ukendt)

He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all tattered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.

(Melodi: ukendt)

Are you watching Merseyside,
Are you watching,
Are you watching,
Are you watching Merseyside.

(Melodi: ukendt)

In your Liverpool slums,
In your Liverpool slums,
You’ll look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You’ll find a dead rat and you’ll think it’s a treat,
In your Liverpool slums,
In your Liverpool slums...

(Melodi: ukendt)
We won it three times,
We won it three times,
Without killing anyone,
We won it three times.

(Melodi: When the saints go marching in)

Oh Merseyside, (Oh Merseyside),
Is full of shit, (is full of shit),
Oh Merseyside is full of shit,
It's full of shit, shit, and more shit,
Oh Merseyside is full of shit...

(Melodi: If you’re happy and you know it)
If you all hate scousers clap your hands,
If you all hate scousers clap your hands,
If you all hate scousers, all hate scousers,
All hate scousers clap your hands...
If you really fucking hate them clap your hands,
If you really fucking hate them clap your hands,
If you really fucking hate them, really fucking hate them,
Really fucking hate them clap your hands...
If you still fucking hate them clap your hands,
If you still fucking hate them clap your hands,
If you still fucking hate them, still fucking hate them,
Still fucking hate them clap your hands.

(Melodi: If you’re happy and you know it)
If you want to go to heaven when you die,
You must keep the red flag flying high,
You must wear a red bonnet,
With fuck the scousers on it...
If you want to go to heaven when you die.

(Melodi: You are my sunshine)

You're a scouser,
An ugly scouser,
You're only happy on giro day,
Your dad's out stealing,
Your mum's drug-dealing,
So please don't take my hub caps away.

(Melodi: Do they know it’s christmas time)

Feed the scousers,
Let them know it's Christmas time,
Feed the scousers,
Let them know it's Christmas time...

 

Rafa Benitez


(Melodi: ukendt)

Fat spanish waiter,
He's just a fat spanish waiter,
Fat spanish waiter,
He's jsut a fat spanish waiter...

(Melodi: ukendt)
Rafa must stay,
Rafa must stay,
Rafa must stay,
Rafa must stay...

(Melodi: ukendt)

Top of the league,
And thats a fact,
Top of the league,
And thats a fact.

(Melodi: Football's coming home)

He's cracking up,
He's cracking up,
He's cracking,
Rafa's cracking up.

 

Steve Gerrard


(Melodi: Que sera sera)

Steve Gerrard, Gerrard,
He kisses the badge on his chest,
Then puts in a transfer request,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard.

(Melodi: Boogie woogie)
You put your transfer in,
Your transfer out,
In out in out and shake it all about,
You’ll do the Steven Gerrard and you’ll turn it around,
Thats what it’s all about,
Oh scouse bastard,
Oh scouse bastard,
Oh scouse bastard,
In out in out and shake it all about.

 

Fernando Torres


(Melodi: When Johnny comes marching home again)
Hes half a boy, and half a girl Torres, Torres,
He looks just like a transvestite Torres, Torres,
He wears a frock,
He loves a cock,
He sells his ass on Albert dock,
Fernando Torres, Carraghers bit on the side.

 

Jamie Carragher


(Melodi: Skip to my lou)
Who put the ball in the Scousers' net,
Who put the ball in the Scousers' net,
Who put the ball in the Scousers' net,
Jamie Carragher, TWICE.

 

John Arne Riise


(Melodi: ukendt)

Oh John Arne Riise, hoo ha,
I wanna know,
How you’d score that goal.

(Melodi: Blame it on the boogie)

Don't blame it on Gerrard, Don't blame it on Agger,
Don't blame it on Finnan, Blame it on Riise.
He just can't, he just can't, he just can't control his head.
(oprindelig med Traore efter kiks mod Burnley i FA cuppen)

 

 
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