Begin with a match somewhere in August,
Resolve to play to win,
We may even write out a game plan,
To accomplish our targets,
Of competitions we are playing in.
In September we explore what we need to do,
To score our every goal,
And then in October,
Little by little and step for step,
We are nearing total control,
It’s the same as if you were planning a trip,
You get a map, make your preparations, and then start,
Because by the time that November comes around,
We are shooting our rivals straight through the heart.
Then its Christmas,
And the Kop is Rocking,
Cheering every goal,
We have a few new Red Legends,
The Reds are on a roll.
January comes around,
Its cold and blue,
But there is one place that is hot
Anfield, our home where the Kings shall be crowned,
Now they are scoring every shot.
February is here,
Its depressing and dead,
If you are a rival team,
The Red steamroller it is functioning,
Like a well oiled crushing machine.
Then March arrives,
There is spring in the air,
Do you know what the Newspaper said?,
It looking more than likely,
That the Champions will be The Reds.
April is back,
But we do not slack,
We are slaughtering every team,
With every kick of the ball,
And every goal that we score,
We are nearer to our dream.
And then we have May,
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY,
Dalglish turned our world around,
Only at ANFIELD,
Can the true Kings of football be crowned.