Liverbird
Upon My Chest
(To the
tune of Ballad of the Green Berets)
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!)
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
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