Kop Songs

In the autumn of 1962, although the country didn't know, it was about to be hit by an explosion of sound but the 'Mersey Sound' we're talking about was the sound of the Kop rather than the four mop tops from south Liverpool.

In the spring of 1962, Liverpool were promoted as Champions of Division Two back to the First Division and while The Beatles were about to change the music scene of the country, the Kop was busy changing football crowds forever.

During the decades since, the Kop has established itself as the most famous terrace in world football, with its unique humour combined with raw passion inspiring Liverpool to countless successes over the years.

Of course, Kopites have also become renowned for their wide ranging repertoire of songs - many of which you can now learn yourself by clicking on the links below.

Oh come all ye faithfulView

Oh come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye Oh come ye
To Anfield
Come and behold them
They're the Kings of Europe
Oh come let us adore them Oh
come let us adore them
Oh come let us adore them
Li-i-verpool

Oh come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye Oh come ye
To Anfield
Come and behold them
They're the Kings of Europe
Oh come let us adore them Oh
come let us adore them
Oh come let us adore them
Li-i-verpool

Poor Scouser TommyView

Let me tell you the 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 a Highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there's nothing to see but the sands

In a battle that started next morning
Under an Arabian sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying
With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head)
As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying
These were the last words he said...

Oh... I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I go there quite a lot (every week)

We support the team that's dressed in Red
A team that we all know
A team that we call Liverpool
And to glory we will go

We've won the League, we've won the Cup
We've been to Europe too
We played the Toffees for a laugh
And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil!

One two
One two three
One two three four
Five nil!

Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four!

Let me tell you the 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 a Highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there's nothing to see but the sands

In a battle that started next morning
Under an Arabian sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying
With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head)
As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying
These were the last words he said...

Oh... I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I go there quite a lot (every week)

We support the team that's dressed in Red
A team that we all know
A team that we call Liverpool
And to glory we

Rafa BenitezView

Rafa Benitez
Rafa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Xabi Alonso, Garcia and Nunez!

Rafa Benitez
Rafa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Xabi Alonso, Garcia and Nunez!

Rafa Benitez
Rafa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Xabi Alonso, Garcia and Nunez!

Rafa Benitez
Rafa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Ra Ra Ra Ra-fa Benitez
Xabi Alonso, Garcia and Nunez!

Rafa in IstanbulView

Mourinho said don't worry, Chelsea have nothing to fear
But how he went so quiet, when up popped Luis Garcia
His shot it had no power, but then he took his goal
and now he's taking Rafa to Istanbul

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

Benitez said don't worry, I'll wipe away your tears
Cos Stevie G's a Red and a Red he'll be for years
You can keep your John Terry, stick your Lampard up your ****
Cos Carragher is here and Gerrard's staying ours

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

Mourinho said don't worry, Chelsea have nothing to fear
But how he went so quiet, when up popped Luis Garcia
His shot it had no power, but then he took his goal
and now he's taking Rafa to Istanbul

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

Benitez said don't worry, I'll wipe away your tears
Cos Stevie G's a Red and a Red he'll be for years
You can keep your John Terry, stick your Lampard up your ****
Cos Carragher is here and Gerrard's staying ours

Rafael, Rafael, Rafa in Istanbul

Robbie FowlerView

When the ball hits the net
Its a fairly safe bet that its Fowler
Robbie Fowler
 
And When Liverpool score
You will hear the Kop roar "Oh, its Fowler
Robbie Fowler"
 
Ian Rush, Roger Hunt
Who's the best man up front? "Oh, its Fowler
Robbie Fowler"

He's the King of the Kop
He's the best of the lot
Robbie Fowler

When the ball hits the net
Its a fairly safe bet that its Fowler
Robbie Fowler
 
And When Liverpool score
You will hear the Kop roar "Oh, its Fowler
Robbie Fowler"
 
Ian Rush, Roger Hunt
Who's the best man up front? "Oh, its Fowler
Robbie Fowler"

He's the King of the Kop
He's the best of the lot
Robbie Fowler

Red and white KopView

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a red and white Spion Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
In a town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the seas
And he told me of his pride
They were a famous football team
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly
We all live in red and white Kop…

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a red and white Spion Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
In a town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the seas
And he told me of his pride
They were a famous football team
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly
We all live in red and white Kop…