A top 4 finish, essential we’re told
Forget about cups and trophies galore
It all means nothing if you’re not in the top 4
We start the ball rolling with a day out in Graz
That’s a trip into Europe for all of us Rats
Passports are ready, we’re boarding the plane
Mongrels to Bristol on the 9 o’clock train
A European Cup run about to embark
Or would it be over before it goes dark?
We’ve been here before, another false dawn
Charlotte Church still gives me the horn!
We plod on in the league, not a great start
Us and the mongrels a few points apart
Just get in the top 4, it’s all that we need
The Champions League money, for shareholders greed
We want to win trophies, just ask all the fans
We want big bits of silver, forget also-rans
The mongrels are happy sat in the top 4
But they are not Champions Of Europe, we all know the score
Beat Deportivo 1-0, lost 1-0 in France
Lost at Olympiakos, was that our last chance?
Go out in the group stage, is that what it means?
That dirty Rivaldo has ended our dreams
We’ll have to catch the mongrels, it’s all we’ve to do
Our Euro run’s over, but then again what’s new?
Been living in the past too long, we think we’re still the best
It’s face up to reality, we’re back with all the rest
No longer Kings of Europe, no longer at the top
1-0 down at half time and its silence on The Kop
We need to win by 3 clear goals in just the second half
As the chirpy cockneys say, ‘Your havin a fackin larf’
I make my way back to my spec, its all over we thought
But lets give the lads one last roar of support
Pongolle has got one, just 2 more to go
Who are we kidding, its all just for show
The clock ticking down, The Kop in full voice
Its all one-way traffic, the Greek’s have no choice
We still need 2 more though, it’s not looking good
The ball drops to Mellor, we all hear the thud
Get in you beauty, we’re back in the game
Few minutes to go but the scripts still the same
We still need another or we’re down and out
The Kop takes a deep breath for one final shout
Come on you mighty reds we roar
Milan? Riise? someone score!
I take a look to the clock on my right
Could this be our glory night?
St.Etienne rammed down our throats
‘I was there’ me old man gloats
‘We came back from the dead that night’
‘We shook the Kop but this is
’ We’ll never score I heard him say
Believe in us, 5 minutes to play
More of the same, there’s not much time
The
ball won’t cross the line Carra’s stuck out on the flank
ATTACK ATTACK rolls from the Red Bank
The ball it bounces, it just won’t drop
Go on Stevie, have a pop
He draws back the right peg, about to strike
He dreams of his missus in bed with a dyke
He sees Fairclough’s goal against the frogs
Me dad’s gonna miss it he’s down in the bogs
A thousand thoughts run through his head
About to let rip and bring us back from the dead
BANG, he hits it, he’s caught that one sweet
You could tell it was in as it left his blessed feet
GET IN YOU BEAUTY, is
right Now we’ve got our own St.Etienne night
But hang on a minute, we’ve won nothing yet
But, we are Champions Of Europe - never forget
Bring on the Germans, we owe these
one Remember Hamann coming off when they won?
Not this time you German
Who’s singing Status Quo, The Rats!!!
Now the Ities, friendship my
2 decades too late for this handshaking farce
They turn their backs yet still we try
New fans or old fans I have to ask why?
Don’t you remember them in ‘85
When 100’s of Itie’s were being broadcast live
Bricks, bottles, poles and bombs
With 100’s of scousers still robbing the Tom’s
They spat at the young kids,
Itie’s You could tell what they were by the look in their eyes
The minute the scousers had just had enough
Down came the fence, no longer a bluff
The Itie’s retreated, no longer brave
They poked and they proded now comes the red wave
They brought this all upon themselves
Do we still want friendship? Ask yourselves?
Back to the game and it like it should be
Champions Of Europe belong at the top of the tree
Sami and Luis put us 2 up
We’re not doing bad in this Mickey Mouse cup!
They get one back towards the end
The second leg comes, it’s defend and defend.
Missiles and smoke bombs rain down from the sky
Final whistle goes, I’m sure I could fly
3,000 reds go wild in delight
Prepare for another St.Etienne night
The chirpy cockneys are coming to town
For them up at Anfield? There’ll be nothing down
We take a draw from the Silent Smoke
These Chelsea fans - they’re just a joke
In 9 days time you will be taught
What we scousers call support
Packed to the rafters, Anfield explodes
We sing in the boozers, we pack out the roads
Anfield’s our mecca, we’ve all come to pray
40 plus thousand been waiting all day
Chelsea, you watching? Been given a fright?
Welcome to Anfield on a European night!
Players were saying in the press every day
The Anfield atmosphere won’t affect how we play
You could have fooled us with them deliberate mistakes
Millionaire players all riddled with shakes
They’ve never been to a ground this loud
Champions Of Europe passion, our history proud
No matter who we played that night
Madrid in their prime? We’d have made them look
European Cup semi final at home?
No one could knock us off our rightful throne.
All roads to Turkey, we’re all on the way
‘It wasn’t over the fackin line’ they say
Look in my eyes, does it look like I care?
What goes around comes around, what happens is fair
They came against an immovable force
Players with passion while fans sang themselves hoarse
No way in the world would we lose that night
40,000 now boarding their flight
We’re back in the big time, where we belong
No finer sight than the kopites in song
Taksim Square is a mass of red bees
Bladdered on rooftops and swinging from trees
The night before the best night of our lives
The bitter blue mongrels at home with their wives
We’re rotten, we’re singing, its one messy mess
5 o’clock on the morning I hazard a guess
The night is yet young, the best still to come
The only thing missing is our smashed Dr.Fun
Remember in Dortmund up wrecked on the stage?
Our dear Dr.Fun must be showing his age
Cup Final Eve turns to Cup Final day
Kebab’s for brekky, the Champions Of Europe way
The clock ticks down, time almost up
Head up to the ground, The European Cup
40,000? Just about right
3 sides of ground, decked red and white
An hour before kick off, the air holds a buzz
No one can do a Cup Final like us
Our anthem begins, a tear in the eye
Light up the first flare, red smoke fills the sky
‘Our time has come’ I said to myself
20 years waiting now put on the shelf
Every second of every day
It’s now the 25th of May
Our time has come to leave the past
Ensure our success can’t be surpassed
The whistle blows, the roar goes up
1 win away from the European Cup
Lets make it a night to never forget
, Maldini, the balls in the net! Don’t these Itie’s read the script
They’d lost the league, their form had dipped
It’s a European Final, we just can’t lose
County road filled with dirty blues
The 2nd and 3rd goals hit the net
This can’t be happening, our fears are met
Mancs and Mongrels laughing out loud
Come on Champions Of Europe, do us all proud
Grown men crying, bodies deflated
20 years for this we’ve waited
We’ve come all this way to lay down and die?
Drag ourselves off the floor, look each in the eye
This isn’t the way we want things to end
We’ve got our reputation to defend
To everyone a man we rose
We may get beat, that’s how it goes
We’re 3-0 down, we’re beaten men
But we’ll sing our anthem once again
Make our players know we’re proud
You’ll Never Walk Alone out loud
The hairs stand up on the back of me neck
2 minutes ago I was dead on the deck
A rush of pride runs through my blood
Make us dream, to think we could!
The players come out, up goes the roar
An early goal we need to score
3 goals we need, its gonna be hard
But up pops the head of Steve Gerrard
Hello, hello they hear on TV
Is this the start? Could it be?
Our captain asks for more support
A consolation the Mongrels thought
Ball with Hamann, plays it to Vlad
Play it out wide, go on lad
But our little Czech has different ideas
The balls in the net and our sobs turn to cheers
2 in 3 minutes, the Itie’s are shook
Red men go wild, we don’t give a
Carra comes forward, little flick on
Gerrard goes down, PENO - COME ON!!
Xabi Alonso steps up with the ball
Big chance to level the game at 3 all
40,000 red hearts skip a beat
Thumping out loud in the Istanbul heat
Sweat dripping off every man’s brow
The pressure is building, the beginning is now
Alonso composes, draws a deep breath
Could he bring Champions Of Europe back from the death?
Up he steps, keepers right
Knocks in the rebound, is
right!! The ground erupts, we’re back all square
Write us off
, as if you would dare! Extra time comes and goes
Neither team could strikes their blows
Dudek’s saves came from where?
The games finished level, do you think we care?
The cruellest way to settle a match
5 kicks each from the painted hatch
Which 5 men can keep their nerve
Champions of Europe, do we deserve?
Miss after miss, its in our hands
I’d never had dreamt these wildest plans
Schevchenko steps up, keep Milan in the game?
Dudek and Brucie, much of the same
CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE – we’ve done it again
Rafa Benitez, our hero from Spain
5 fingers held up, that’s how many times
The European Cup wins stay in our minds
77, 78, 81 and 84
We've heard these stories all before
They've been told to children as they've grown
Now we've got ones of our own!
2005 in Istanbul
The night of the comeback, the night of the cull
Grown men drained, collapsed in heaps
5 European Cups and this ones for keeps...
But lest we forget, one manager said
There isn’t much in that ginger head
When we’re winning trophies in Istanbul
He’s plotting routes for the league cup to Hull
The best team on Merseyside I think you’ll agree
David Moyes said so, who the
are we? The boys in red from across the park
We’ve made you regret that snide remark
It came back to haunt you one night in the smoke
When Arsenal attack and 11 mongs choke
Goal after goal, 4, 5 then 6
7-0 to Arsenal, it must be a fix?
No fix I tell ya, they are just that
That horrible blue scum who reside in the pit
Moyes said they were tired, still half asleep
No team from Anfield would collapse in a heap
At half time in Turkey they thought we were dead
This will be more than 7 they said
They forget they are Mongrels and who were are
Champions Of Europe don’t die when we’ve travelled this far
We laughed and we cried at the 7-0 rout
‘We’re still above you lot’ we all heard them shout
18 league titles, 5 Euros and more
The mongs didn’t care they were in the top 4
The best team on Merseyside I think it was said
Based on the 4th place, not trophies instead
But then that night in Istanbul
Made sure our cabinet will ALWAYS STAY FULL..!!
