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 higher 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.
Now the battle it started next morning,
Under the radiant sun,
I remember our poor Scouser Tommy,
He was shot by an old Nazi gun.
As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying dying),
With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head)
As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying dying),
These were the last words he said
Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian,
and I come from the Spion Kop,
I like to sing, I like to shout,
I go there quite a lot.
Support a team, that plays in red,
A team that we all know,
A team that we call LIVERPOOL,
To glory we will go.
We won the league, we won the cup,
We've been to Europe too,
We played the Toffees for a laugh,
And left them feeling blue (5-0)
1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0 !
Rush scored one,
Rush scored two,
Rush scored three,
And Rush scored four