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Sharon Jones

  • JAR
    Hard working lad
    And that left peg of his
    Uses it like a pinball flipper
    Whipping up a ring of fire.

  • King Kenny a magician
    Charmed the ball
    With his hypnotic boots
    Conjured tricks that
    Tied defences up in knots
    Whilst Houdini raged
    With jealousy.

  • He sailed into the port of Liverpool
    He came in peace to stay
    To teach the lads about our past
    Shankly’s Liverpool Way

    He knows the words to all our songs
    And joins in with the Kop
    He’s won our hearts and minds […]

  • The New Messiah some have said
    The Glory Days wrapped up in Red
    The Euro Nights he’s down the pub
    Singing songs of this grand club

    He’s never still he walks the line
    Keeps them working all the time
    Post match […]

  • “Some say God, we say Shankly”

    Liverpool the name conjures up the eternal child
    In me named by 18 Leagues 4 European Cups
    The smile of Emlyn Hughes eclipsed the moon
    That night in Rome whilst Bob savoured […]

  • Moses bored in heaven yawned
    And gazed down through the clouds
    His eyes were caught by banners held
    A red sea for a crowd

    He watched the faithful walk on by
    And wondered “What’s all this?
    A wave of red scarves […]

  • Rafa’s Lads they did us proud
    And kept them quiet the Chelsea crowd
    Rafa La Bamba filled the skies
    YNWA made our throats dry
    London Town was wrapped in flags
    The glory nights of Europe back
    Trafalgar Square was […]

  • We lost the match its just a game
    Return from London on the train
    Disheartened yes but C’mon the Reds
    We’ll be back this way
    Champions League
    We’ll storm the bridge, and take the shed!

  • In the town where I was born
    Lives a man plays for the Reds
    And his boots are made of gold
    And he’s Bootle born and bred
    WE ALL LIVE IN A JAMIE CARRA KOP
    A JAMIE CARRA KOP
    A JAMIE CARRA KOP!
    WE ALL LIVE IN A JAMIE […]

  • Some loved the Osmonds “DonnyMania”
    Some loved Slade The Jackson 5
    Suzi Quatro Sweet and Mud
    Barry Blue dancing on a Saturday night
    Bill Shankly Reds their passing rhythms
    Tight as drums ne’er missed a beat
    From […]

  • Anfield is my Haworth where Heighway
    Not Heathcliffe thrilled my soul
    Anfield is my Heartland whose daffodils
    Are red flowers who blossom
    And bloom with passion
    Anfield is my Jerusalem
    Dalglish my arrow of […]

  • All down the Anfield Road
    And the Walton Breck you’ll see
    A sea of red to fill your heart
    Red sky sways with Red sea
    There’s songs for every Redmen
    From the page of history
    And new ones written from the heart
    For […]

  • Boots sharpened like pencils
    Pierced defences
    With the lightning of Zeus
    Beneath a red sky
    Filled with pride.

  • Football is a political game
    Twisting and turning
    Forever asking questions
    Of its main protaganists
    Nutmegging the opposition
    Shimmies to the left
    A feint to the right
    And then slipping
    Through the middle
    To […]

  • The Reds are coming down Boys
    The town will soon turn Red
    So bring yer scarves and banners boys
    And bring yer songs as well
    Nelson jumps right off that plinth
    And walks on with the Kop
    And he’ll be in The Albert […]

  • 1988 and the Boys from Brazil
    Poor arl Aldo’s havin’ nightmares still
    Kenny’s Double Double and Aldo steps up
    A penalty miss costs us the cup
    And then its the Spice boys in 1996
    Kung Fu Cantona strikes, I never […]

  • Our Saviour Shankly came to us in 1959
    And lads like me Dad yelled “About bloody time!”
    Tho they loved Billy Liddellpool and cheered him in the Kop
    They were sick of being second class, time this had to stop
    The […]

  • Liddell and Stubbins
    Paisley and Case
    Heighway and Keegan
    Toshack and Lee
    Kennedy Alan
    And Kennedy Ray
    Terry McDermott
    THE LIVERPOOL WAY
    Big Alec Lindsay
    And Lawler the ghost
    Emlyn and Clem
    Smithy and Thommo
    And […]

  • Majestic seas lapped
    At the gates of heaven here
    The waves sang to each
    Other like scouse mermaids
    Jostling in the water
    And the Great Ship
    Whose topsails grazed
    The face of God
    Pushed grandly on
    And with a […]

  • He’s not graceful in the mould of a
    Football Michelangelo
    Nor the subtlety of Picasso’s cubism
    And perhaps Van Gogh would wince
    Monet shrug and put his brushes away
    More Tracy Emmin “IN YER FACE”
    But by God on a […]

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