Liverpool Forever

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The team of Yeats, Byrne and St John
Thompson and Lawler and an iron called Tom
Led in the red by the bold Gordon Milne
And there’s Tommy Lawrence our own flying pig!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Legends of Anfield with the ball at their feet
Guided by Shankly rare was a defeat
He set up the Sweat Box brought lads to their knees
But when they played football they were all fit as fleas

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Heighway went flying with Gabriel’s wings
Keegan a prince and Dalglish a King
Bob Paisley a genius the bootroom his lair
19 cups won in a reign of just 9 years

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Joey Jones was a favourite The Kop sung his name
Hansen and Lawrence what a duo they made
If you want a cannon then we’ll give you Jimmy Case
And a great goal from Terry Mac would light up this place

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For doing the blues well we’ll call on Ian Rush
Southall ends up on his arse all covered in mud
In ’84 Roma they were put right in their place
There’s Joe Fagan in heaven with a broad smile on his face

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Alec Lindsay let fly with his wonderful left foot
Thommo’s in bed with the European Cup
Young gifted and red we were sound in ’74
Left the magpies all mute and wiped out on the floor

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The boys brought the cup back and we danced until dawn
Draped our scarves round the lions guarding St Georges Hall
Bill Shankly the greatest and the most noble of men
On the banks of the Mersey he will never be forgetten

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The bionic carrot Fairclough came off the subs bench
Took a great pass from Razor and buried St Etienne
Whelan and Johnstone, Kennedy and Nicol
Brucie’s wobbly knees gave Joe our first treble

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The boys of ’88 the best on the park
Aldo and Molby and Beardo and Barnes
The love still runs strong in my red blooded heart
From my dear Anfield home I never will part

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Me Dad he talked proudly of the ’65 side
When Shankly’s great team ripped up Hererra’s pride
But nowt warmed the blood of his Liverpool soul
More than the Mancs being beaten by a Liverpool goal!

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd January 2004


(c) tobyjones 2nd January 2004

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/liverpool-forever/