Let me tell you a 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 the highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies flew around from his thousand
There's nothing to see but the sand
Now the battle is started next morning
Under the lybian sun
I remember the poor scouser tommy
He was shot by an old nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield dying
With the blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying
There's were the last word he said
Ooooooohhhh, i am a liverpudlian
I came from Spion Kop
I like to sing
I like to shout
I go there quite a lot
We support a team that dressed in red
It's a team that we all know
It's 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 play the toffees for a laugh
And left them feeling blue!
5-0!