Chim
Chim-ine Chim Chim-ine
Chim Chim Chiroo
Who Needs Torres
When We've Got Ya-ku-bu
Pippo
Inzaghi think I got somethin to say to you
Did
you see the look on the face
of that Australian twat Harrrry Kewell!
Your
goal has kept us amused
I just love seein those red shite lose!
Inzaghi I couldnt have laughed, any mooorrrre......................
You's
lured them away from home
just to score a flukey goal!
You
broke thier hearts
and that must really heart!"
(Sung
to the Rod Stewart tune "Maggie May")
Ben,
Park end.
REINA DROPS KEEP FALLING ON HIS HEAD
Reina
drops keep falling on his head
I’m
glad Andrew Johnson is a blue and not a red
Scoring
goals for free
Those
Reina drops keep falling on his head
They
keep falling
So
watching the derby match was so much fun
The
goals brightened up my afternoon
Ha-ha,
three-none
Laughing
at the Kop
Those
Reina drops keep falling on his head
They
keep falling
And
there’s one thing I know
The
blues we sent to meet them
Did
defeat them
It
won’t be long before Everton
Take
more points off them
Reina
drops keep falling on his head
He
scored and the Koppites all went home
And
to their beds
Crying
for a week
And
they’ll always blame Reina
But
I’m not complaining
‘Cos
we scored three
Nothing’s
worrying me
(Sung
To: Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head)
Music: Burt Bacharach
Lyrics:
Kieron Sloan
Pepe
We Love You
Your Once, Twice,
Three Times A Muppet,
Pepe We Love You,
You Conceeded Not Once, Twice,
Three Times In The Derby
Pepe We Love You
(To the tune of three times a
lady by lionel richie)
YOU'LL NEVER WIN AGAIN
You are pants, out of form
Kiss the premiership goodbye
And dont be afraid of the championship
At the end of May there is a golden tie
with a sweet silver prize
which goes to Hull
Walk On to League 1
Carry On to League 2
All your dreams are toast
Go Down Go down
Even with Gerrard
And You'll never win again
You'll never win again
(To the tune of You'll Never
Walk Again)
©Tangomeister
14
Giraffe,
your just a f*cking Giraffe,
Your just a f*cking Giraffe,
Your just a f*cking Giraffe
(repeat till you get bored).
(To
the tune of Blue Moon)
Luis Garcia the Dirty Queer,
He licks the cheese off Gerrards cock
He is the shitest footballer ever
So Garcia why dont u just Fuck off
Luis
garcia
the dirty queer
he drinks the man fat from gerrards cock
he's always bendin
bolo zenden
so please tell garcia to fuck off
(sang to tune of 'you are my sunshine')
Kopites
Are Gobshites
In
Englands first city,
were the footballs so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Everton.
Now they play their football
with heart and their soul
and there singing kopites are gobshites. Alive Alive O
Alive
Alive O
Alive Alive O
Singing Kopites are gobshites
Alive Alive O
(Sung
to the theme of Alive! Alive! O )
Miky
Arteta
miky
miky arteta
miky miky arteta
he's fuckin better -
than xabi alonso
mikey arteta mikky arteta...........
(to
the tune of la bamba)
YOU
ARE FUCKING SHITE
YOU WEAR RED
YOU WEAR WHITE
LIVERPOOL ARE FUCKING SHITE
O kopite girls are slags,
they speak like scallys too
and wen they give sexual favours,
they think of simon davies,
simon davies, simon davies
simey simey davies,hes welsh hes quick
he aint like dudek the prick
simey simey davies!
o
dudek dances like a prick,
he's polish and he's shit,
and wen he bums benitez
he thinks of davey moyes,
davey moyes davey moyes
davey davey moyes
hes got red hair but we dont care
davey davey moyes
kopites
are fuckers
it's true as true can be
so when u lock up a kopite
throw away the key
Stevie.....
Stevie
is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the redshite gobshite heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Stevie waving goodbye
God it looks like Stevie, Now the Redshite's all will cry
They
say Spain is pretty though I've never been
Well Stevie says it's the best place that he's ever seen
Oh and he should know, he's been there enough
Looking for a new house and club, cause Anfield was duff
Stevie
your Redshite , he is going for good
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your team will die but you see lots of cash
Stevie you're a star in the eyes of yourself
Stevie
is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the redshite gobshite heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Stevie waving goodbye
God it looks like Stevie, Now the Redshite's all will cry....
(To
the tune of Elton John's "Daniel")
Kris
Everton (aka Kris Wetton) (with a degree of apology to the fat
baldy gay man)
Rafa Benethus
Rafa Benethus
Rafa Benethus
jaffa benethus
jaffa beneathus
jaffa beneathus
He’s
on his way, on his way,
Steven Gerrard he’s on his way,
where he’s going I don’t know,
where he’s going I don’t care,
all I know that he is on his way !!!!
Tell
all your friends you know
Everton is the team to follow
Cos Moyesy is magic and Rafa is tragic
and the Mancs are a bunch of arseholes
(to
the tune of erm.... snoopy ? or whatever it is!!)
Tragedy!
Dudek was poor when Rooney scored
(Sung
to Bee Gees - Tragedy)
Agent
Beneathus
Agent Beneathus
Agent Beneathus
He signed Garcia and Nunez
Rafa
Rafa Benitez and Xabi Alonso
Garcia and Nunez
they're all fuckin useless
(Sung
to La Bamba)
Who
put the ball in the redshite's net?
Who
put the ball in the redshite's net?
Who
put the ball in the redshite's net?
Super
Lee Carsley.
Super, Super Lee, Super, Super Lee, Super, Super Lee
Super
Lee Carsley.
KOP
AID 2004
It's Christmas time,
And the redshite are so afraid,
It's Christmas time,
Not enough points from the games they've played,
But in our world of plenty, Rafa spreads no
smile of joy,
Throw your arms around a shite , At Christmas time,
But say a prayer,
And Pray for the Royal Blues,
At Christmas time,
It's hard when your team win & the redshite lose!
There's a world outside your window, and it's
a world of redshite fear,
Where the only waters flowing, Is a whining
Kopite's tears,
And Benitez's mobile ringing was the clanging
sound of doom,
Well tonight we thank God it's Moyes, instead of you,
And there won't be many points for them this
Christmas time,
The greatest gift they'll get this year's a draw,
Where no pass ever goes, No flick or long ball throws,
Do they know how 3 points feel at all?
(Here's to you)
3 points for everyone
(Here's to them)
Next season v Gillingham
Do they know how 3 points feel at all?
Feed the redshite (Let them know how 3 points
feel)
Feed the redshite (Let them know how 3 points feel)
(Repeat
then fade - into fuckin oblivion!)
(Sung
to tune of The Band Aid Song Feed The World)
Rafa Rafa Benitez and Xabi Alonso
Garcia and Nunez
they're all fuckin useless
(Sung
to the tune of La Bamba)
“Silent
shite”
Silent shite, Lowly shite,
You ARE shit, we was right,
Goal from Carsley, St. End goes wild,
Tears of blue pride are filling the aisles
WEEP IN BLUE HEAVEN WEE-EEP,
Weep in blue heaven weep.
Silent shite, Lowly shite,
Kopites quake, at the sight
Of Gravs & Co steaming in from midfield,
With big Nige in goal refusing to yield
WEEP IN BLUE HEAVEN WEE-EEP,
Weep in blue heaven weep.
Silent shite, Lowly shite,
Moyseyside, Blue & Bright,
Beneathus screams: ‘we’re out of ze race’
Gerrards tumble- just look at his face!
WEEP
IN BLUE HEAVEN WEE-EEP,
Weep in blue heaven weep!
(Sung
to the tune of
Christmas Carol, 'Silent Night')
©Andy Wigg
Cheer
up Benitez
Oh what can it mean
To have a Bunch of Kopite Wankers
And a SHIT football Team
(Sung to the tune of 'Daydream believer')
Wilko and Barnsey Pensby high
"Its
long its thick
its bigger than his dick
Thompson's nose,
Thompson's nose"
A
few terrace chants about everybody's favourite King Hooter.
Thanks to Hoogie
1,
"Sit down Pinocchio"
2, "We've got Dom Matteo, you've got Pinocchio" Leeds
Fans
3, "You've got Pinocchio, and our car stereo's" Leeds
again
4, "Hey Phil Thompson (ooh-ahh!), I wanna kno-oh-oh
where you got that nose!"
5, "Get your nostrils off the pitch"
6, "Big nose - you've got a funking big nose!"
7, "He's got the whole world, in his nostrils"
8, "Sneeze in a minute, he's gonna sneeze in a minute!"9,
"It's here it's there, it's every funkin' where - Thompson's
nose,
Thompson's nose!"
10,
"Oh the shadow outside is frightening,
Stops the sun from shining light in.
You can see it wherever it goes,
Thompson's nose, Thompson's nose, Thompson's nose!"
(Sung
to the tune of "Let it snow")
red
& white shite
red & white shite
ello ello
Oh,
I do like to be beside the seaside,
Oh, I do like to be beside the sea,
Oh, I do like the brass band on the prom, prom, prom,
Oh, I do like to sing FUCK OFF McMAHON(Street End), FUCK OFF
McMAHON(Main Stand),
FUCK OFF McMAHON(Street End),
FUCK OFF McMAHON(Main Stand)
.. repeat 'til fade.
(adapted
from West Brom's fan's old song "Oh, I do like to be beside
the sea-side.... c'mon WEST BROM, WEST BROM !")
EVERTON
ARE MAGIC.
EMLINS FELLIN TRAJIC.
NA NA NA NA
NA NA NA NA
"Jingle
bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way..
Heskey is a fat bastard,
and Micheal Owen's gay.
Jingle bells jingle bells,
jingle all the way,
Phil Thompson's a big nosed twat
and Gerard's on his way".
(sung to Jingle Bells - (trad))
Oh
we hate Bill Shankly,
and we hate St John,
But most of all we hate Big Ron,
And we'll hang the Kopites one by one,
On the banks of the royal blue Mersey...
Oh to hell
with Liverpool,
And Rangers too
We'll throw them all in the Mersey
And we'll fight fight fight,
With all our might,
For the boys in the royal blue jerseys...
Drinks
we've had a few,
but then again, too few to mention,
we are the boys in blue,
we hate the reds without exception,
we hate that michael owen and Emile Heskey, not in a shy way,
but more, much more than this
WE DID IT MOYES WAY.
(To
the tune of "MY WAY" - By Big Frank)
Andy Smith - The Carrie
At
home against Newcastle,
They had a lot of hassle,
When Heskey dropped his tassels,
The Anfield Family!
The Blues on Gates Of Shankly,
Make comments rather frankly,
You redshites are all wanky,
The Anfield Family!
Heskey, tut tut,
Heskey, tut tut,
Heskey, Heskey, Heskey, tut tut.
To them us Blues are bitter,
They always laugh and titter,
They take it up the shitter,
The Anfield Family!
It's always a divine right,
To see the Reds reach new heights,
They're such a bunch of gobshites,
The Anfield Family!
Heskey, tut tut,
Heskey, tut tut,
Heskey, Heskey, Heskey, tut tut.
Their home is a museum,
Norwegians go to see 'em,
They lose a lead and scream,
The Anfield family!
They sit down at the Kop end,
A dirty shower of bell ends,
10,000 quilts with no friends,
The Anfield family!
Heskey, tut tut,
Heskey, tut tut,
Heskey, Heskey, Heskey, tut tut.
(Bell ends)
(Sung
to the Tune..The Addams Family.)
Who's
up little boys, who's up little boys ...
MARK, MARK LAWRENSON.
MARK , MARK LAWRENSON !
(Sung
to the tune of "knees up mother Brown")
