OFF TO ANFIELD IN THE RED
¶ 1
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I am a merry kopite and I’m there each Saturday
There’s never been a single thought that I should roam away
For I’ve been a Redman since the day that I was born
And I am off to join the Kopites for none will walk alone
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Chorus:
And we’re all off to Anfield in the red, in the red
We are the Spion Kopites, every one
Where the boots they flash and the goals they crash
To the songs of the Spion Sons
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And when the game is over and we’ve won the points all 3
We’ll all give thanks our Saviour Shanks the greatest Bill Shankly
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the Reds are fighting for our Crown that the Mancs stole
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Chorus:
And we’re all off to Anfield in the red, in the red
We are the Spion Kopites, every one
Where the boots they flash and the goals they crash
To the songs of the Spion Sons.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (c) sharon marshall 13th February 2004
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