A Liverbird Upon My Chest

[Ryo Saeba]

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

With Kenny Dalglish on the ball

He was the greatest of them all

And Ian Rush, four goals or two

Left Evertonians feeling blue

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

Now if you go down Goodison Way

Hard luck stories you hear each day

There's not a trophy to be seen

'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

Now on the glorious 10th of May

There's laughing reds on Wembley Way

We're full of smiles and joy and glee

It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

Now on the 20th of May

We're laughing still on Wembley Way

Those Evertonians are feeling blue

It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

And as we sang round Goodison Park

With crying blues all in a nark

They're probably crying still at

Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

We Remember them with pride

Those mighty reds of Shankly's side

And Kenny's boys of '88

There's never been a side so great

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

Now back in 1965

When great Bill Shankly was alive

We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1

When it fell to the head of Ian St John

A Liverbird upon my chest

We are the men, of Shankly's best

A team that plays the Liverpool way

And wins the championship in May

On April 15th '89

What should have been a joyous time

Ninety six Friends, we all shall miss

And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE)