LET IT BE!!!

When we find ourselves in times of trouble, when the blues need a lead,
there will be a striker, James Beattie.
And in our hour of darkness who will score a goal for all to see,
We will always answer, James Beattie.

James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie.
Stick one in for Everton, James Beattie.

Though he can look quite leery we know that his games pure artistry,
turning on his right foot, James Beattie.
So he’s no oil painting not like Johnny Depp or George Clooney, we don’t care we love him James Beattie.

James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie, He’s no oil painting James Beattie

Yobo squares one right to Neville, Phillip lifts his head to see,
Charging down the right flank, Cahill’s free.

Cahill’s free, Cahill’s free, Cahill’s free, Cahill’s free,
Charging down the right flank, Cahill’s free

His first touch lets him down but then he whips it in so perfectly,
look who’s on the end of it, James Beattie.

James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie,

Scoring goals for Everton, James Beattie

James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie,

We are in the lead now … James Beattie

James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie, James Beattie

We hope you never leave us… James Beattie

He’s a football genius and he’s, just missed out on Germany

Bring us home the FA Cup, James Beattie

By Chris From Runcorn (aged 18)

Joleon Lescott

Lescott, Lescott our new star
Due to arrive at Goodison by car
On his way he'll stop at the Spar
For a can of pop and a large mars bar.
Let's hope our Jo, will be a success
like Garry Kasparov at the board game chess.
Cos Joleon is big and he is tall,
the master of defensive football,
he'll take on players in yellow, white or red,
with his amazing skill and giant forehead.

© Paul B Lewis

Grimy, slummy streets made of rotten bricks,
big, fat Liverpool scarves worn by foreign pricks.

That's it. Shakespeare eat your heart out. Paul Burns

Welcome 2 Goodison Andy!

Andy Johnson watch him run
Watch him eat a current bun
He can speed away from men
And turn around and score again
He is so good he will be great
He will wear the number eight
If he scores the crowd will cheer
Andy Johnson's coming here
He's the man who'll make us win
Better than a big shark's fin
He will net the ball a lot
He will make the others rot!
Andy Johnson fast and good
He will give da Gwladys wood
Pass and score and head and kick
Every box he'll really tick
Penalties, yer, all of that
Andy Johnson RAT-TAT-TAT!!!

(C) 2006 Robbie Rae

Same Old Spiel

Well here we all are again close season
And wandering who the fuck that we will sign
While Notlob and Wigan vie for Johnson
Of Everton Football club there is no sign

It’s the same old shite reeled out as last season
Of big name bids that never do come off
So if this week we don’t sign Johnson
Blue bill and fatty wyness can fuck off

I hope you’ve all filled in your season ticket applications
While fat arsed Bully Wyness rambles on
About the projected top class transfer movement
When we all know that we will sign no one

So lets all stand upon the terrace next season
And cheer the poor bastards on the pitch
Cos it will be the same old faces as last year
But with FUCKOFF Tim Howard between the sticks

The Fortress money that blue bill promised
Was just another in a long line of lies
Another con to get us through the turn styles
To buy and eat those fuckin awful pukka pies

So I tell you all my friends no more blind devotion
No more hard earned money will spent
Until this club of mine show some commitment
On top class strikers instead of the likes of Marcus Bent

©Joeverton

In loving memory of Mr Brian Leslie Labone!!
23rd January 1940 – 24th April 2006
R.I.P.

He was the one,
The one and only,
I can’t believe he’s gone,
Goodison will forever be lonely!

1 Evertonian is worth 20 Liverpudlians,
This famous quote will forever live on,
As your were 1 of the best Evertonians,
But if 1 blue was worth 20 you were worth a million.

We will remember you with great pride,
And give thanks for the passion you showed,
We will remember the memories you did provide,
We will also give you the send off you are owed.

Am glad you wore the royal blue,
Although I didn’t have the privilege to see you play,
I am not going to argue,
But for you I will pray.

A fallen hero you will always be in my mind,
You’re forever in my heart,
The whole of the football world, even mankind,
Was so sorry to see the day you had to depart.

He was the greatest skipper of all time,
Who in his challenges was so precise,
The timing of his challenges were so sublime,
That his name only went in the book twice.

Off the pitch he was a true gent,
Where nothing was too much trouble for Mr Labone,
He would be at every Everton related event,
For which he should have been next inline to the throne.

It was a very emotional day,
The day you fell,
It left so many blues in a bad way,
So I bid you my final Farewell.

R.I.P.
‘LABBY’ TRUE BLUE!
BORN A BLUE,
LIVED A BLUE,
DIED A BLUE.

By Jonathan Marston

Tell me about the legend Granddad, Brian Labone
I heard he died today, outside his Merseyside home

Only 17 when he joined our side
A central defender who took everything in his stride

534 games for the toffees he did play
Booked only twice, a true sportsman and gent they say

In 66 he was part of the world cup squad
But he stayed at home and married his girl in the eyes of God

26 caps for England - our lad did go
In 1970 we saw him at the World cup in Mexico

The 70-71 season saw the end of his game
But a true Blue he'd remain

I saw him often at the Blues Hall of Fame
It wasn't to hard to remember his name

This man was an Evertonian and one of our best
Remember him in your prayers as he lays down to rest

Laura Quinn (age 12)

When the last of the kopite gobshites die
They'll raise a memorial in the sky
To commemorate their woeful plight
A 50 foot tower of solid shite

©Steve Martindale

Nil Satis Nisi Optimum, the motto on our crest
Put it on a royal blue shirt and wear it proudly on your chest.
Goodison Park is our home, we've been there many years,
The noise in there is deafening from the singing and the cheers.

The fans come in their thousands to watch the toffees play,
We have a brilliant team who can beat anyone on their day.
Many greats have graced the surface, namely Dixie Dean,
He is a Goodison legend, one who had to be seen.

Everton have held many records, including the latest of the crop,
The first team to have played 100 years at the top.
We've had our troubles at this club, lets hope they are in the past,
Now maybe we can build on last years progress, hopefully it will last.


©Suzanne, Walton

A love like ours is all encompassing
It occupies our waking hours
It infiltrates our dreams
The highs are euphoric, yet sporadic
The lows so desperately painful
We plummet towards the realm of the unthinkable
As yet another false dawn
Yields only the cold wind of our stark reality
But still we are lovers, our passions unwavering
Hopes untarnished, but expectations tempered
For we have stood long in this place many times previously.
Will our sun ever reach the Azimuth of our greatest dreams?
Or are we destined for the shadows of an unfulfilled eternity?
Regardless, we are Blessed , For we are Evertonians.

© Kris Everton (aka Kris Wetton)

A predictably stimulating and intelligent conversation with a piece of red shite recently has inspired me to put pen to paper and I would like to take this opportunity to share my thoughts with you.

We maybe back at home
That's true
You maybe playing in Europe
Good for you
but one thing will ever and always hold true
Only THE GREATEST of scousers wear blue.

So while your poncing
Around in Italy
Or in Spain
Sharing your arse
England's brave and true of heart
Gracing goodison park.

FUCK YOU RED SHITE

©THE OTHER AL, CONVICT 4869

Welcome to the magic Everton show
it'll take you to a place where no one want to go
from Bucharest to Ipswich town
from villareal to going down

when all around you is going well
mr moyes will make it hell
with buys like biffa and jimmy mac
you know mr moyes deserves the sack

davie weir was finished last season
he should be washing up and stripping ceilings
we needed a striker but bought a defender
its all enough to send the pope on a bender

with the crowd growing wrestles what will moyes do
he want volunteers and he's pointing at you
so pull on your boots your shirt and your vest
and get down to goodison and give it your best

cos the overpaid shite we've got on the pitch
are not up for the job and should be ditched
no tactics ,commitment or skill on the field
who knows how many point's this season will yield

i say this with to you all with a tear and frown
lets look forward to swansea and huddersfield town
cos if we carry on like this boys its not looking happy
and at the end of the season ill be wearing a nappy

Shamoan mother fucker I'm out of the muther fluckin house
Hoo Hooooooooo am going for a reeeeewiiiiinnnnnddddddd to 1980muthafuckin5

© Joeverton

Av counted the trophies and titles we've won,
if you now your history were called EVERTON . . . .where called EVERTON

One trophy is missing the champions league,
We'll get it this year if we all believe . . .. if all belive

Cos moyseys blue army together with us,
we'll show of the cup in an open top bus . . .an open top bus

we'll go down in history and revel with pride cos moysey has made all our
dreams come alive . . .our dreams come alive

©Ashlea Ashton

Out of the trenches – (an ode to 3 points in Bolton)

From out of the trenches came Yobo
As the shells rained down from above
Out from the line stood a hero
And fought for this team that we love

And up by his side stood another
Prepared to bleed blue for the boy’s
Captain courageous, was our Davey Weir
Who gave it his all for the cause

In the face of an onslaught, incessant
The boy’s held their nerve with no fear
And fortune she smiled on our hero’s
Led by Joey and our Davey Weir

It’s to fields well afar we now travel
A small step in this journey so prized
And when Fortune rides high in a Blue scarf
There’ll be joy in the tears of Blue eyes

COYB. Kris Everton (aka Kris Wetton)

Once a blue I`ll say to you,
You don`t know what that means
I guess it`s true, money`s all to you
Hope you`re drowning in yer greens.

Good times we had, when you were a lad
In stead of some asslickers boy.
New ups will come, new stars to rome
And we will all enjoy

When you get old, and read what`s told
You see you went the wrong path
When you made me cry, I wanted to die
When you said you wanted to be sold.

So read this now you silly cow
My anger can`t be detained
We loved you so, but now you can go
We`ll never more be wayne`d

Kjell Ivar Enger Dyblie

Sir Alex of the Fergus' clan
Came visiting last week
Accompanied by that Rooney kid
With pies stuffed in his cheeks

He brought along a Rio
Ronaldo and a Keane
As gay as bags of butterflies
Though he tries to look all mean

His lad the young Ronaldo
Has afflictions this is clear
For he throws himself onto the ground
When anyone gets near

He also brought along a Scholes
And an ugly little Neville
But they left well before the end
All sad and quite disheveled

It wasn't quite the visit,
That old man Ferg had hoped
As the lads in blue came storming out
And held the Mancs against the ropes

Well it's written now in history
That the yin stooped low and proud
And rammed it past Tim Howard
Then charged off round the crowd

nearly 40 thousand faces,
Beaming with delight
The last time it was this wild
Was when we beat the Shite

So back home off to Manc-chester
Went Ferg and beaten reds
Look over your shoulder,you best beware
You're only 7 points ahead.

Kris Everton (aka Kris Wetton) (23/04/05)

Were Blue Were White,
were greater than the shite!
we didn't need wayne rooney,
as you all can see,
he was jus bad luck to are team,
And alwayz and forever will be.
Who needs him now?,
when we have got are TRUE blue boys,
Lets leave him while he's happy,
playing with his toys.

Emma xx

I pay no heed to nonsense
From hacks with not a clue
This grand old club of ours we love
So Passionately Blue

So call your names and print your lies
With this garbage that you feed
For we won't see it, we'll be busy
In the Champions League

What's more you lowly gutterpress
When the bog rolls running low
Where exactly do you think
You're precious paper goes?

So Bugger what the papers say
With vitriolic spew
I Always have and always will wipe
My Blue arse with you!

Kris Everton (aka Kris Wetton)

TWINKLE TWINKLE OUR BLUE STAR
WE BEGAN TO WONDER WERE YOU ARE
THEN WE FOUND OUT YESTERDAY
YOU FUCKED OFF UP THE MOTORWAY

MOVING TO LONDON WOULDNT BE GREAT
BUT YOU HAD TO SIGN FOR A TEAM WE HATE
YOUVE GONE TO JOIN THAT BASTARD NEVILLE
YOU LEFT THE BLUES TO BE A RED DEVIL

YOU'RE ALWAYS A BLUE JUST LIKE YOUR MATE
AND LIKE JEFFERS YOU LEFT FOR PIECES OF EIGHT
BUT TO GET THE FAME AND FORTUNE YOU SEEK
YOUVE GOT TO PLAY WELL EVERY WEEK

YOU BETRAYED COLLEEN, NOW US AS WELL
COS IN THE END YOU FORCED US TO SELL
AND SO DEAR WAYNE ITS TIME TO BE FRANK
LETS HOPE YOU LIKE BEING A MANC

IT WOULD BE IRONIC THAT NOW YOUVE GONE
THAT THE GOOD TIMES RETURN TO EVERTON
SO MR ROONEY WE BID YOU FAREWELL
GOOD BYE, GOOD RIDDANCE, MAY YOU ROT IN FUKIN HELL

anthony nolan

"once a blue.........."

"once a blue always a blue"
is what his t shirt said
but the greedy little bastard
then became a fuckin red.
so although he said he loved the club
something just seemed rather funny
cos the greedy little fucker
had a greater love for money.
so united came a calling
and he packed his bags and went
and we spent four hundred thousand
on a lad called marcus bent,
another two million saw timmy cahill join as well
and the results were just amazing
as the team began to gel.
even though we know at times
that rooney can be different class,
there were times for us last season
when the cunt just wouldn't pass.
the so called experts were predicting
we'd do well to beat the drop
so just picture their fuckin faces
if we finish fourth from top,
and although the blues are doing well
as moyesy drives them on for glory
i just dread to think what could have happened
if we had have bought TRAORE !!!

TK

Another Merseyside Derby dawns

The hopes and fears of a city
are about to be realised

Some will rise other will fall
Yet whoever shall take the prize

Let it be known that we have already
won the greatest prize of all

FOR WE WERE BORN EVERTONIANS

We Don't Need YOU Anymore

You left our club for what you thought was a better team
you went on to live your dream
why say once a blue always a blue
if you new rooney this was not true
you left us all in anger you left us all in pain
now you will never get the everton fans singing your name

you left us for man u
what the fuck was we meant to do
we all hate you now
and in time we will forget you somehow

we loved you rooney
and then you fucked off and left us
for what you called a better club
as the years pass
you will see that nothing is better then the grate EFC!!!

We Don't Need YOU AnyMoreeeee!!
We Have Got James vaughan To Scoreeeee!!!
We Don't Need you anymoreee!!

© Carla_xox