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Lyrics

A Liverbird upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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 (upon my chest), Upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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 (with Mr Sheen). A Liverbird upon my chest (upon my chest), Upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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 (easy). A Liverbird upon my chest (upon my chest), Upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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 feeling blue, It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2 . A Liverbird upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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, xx Those Evertonians crying still, It's Liverpool 5 and Everton 0. A Liverbird upon my chest (upon my chest), Upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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 (upon my chest), Upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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 (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best (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!!) A Liverbird upon my chest (JUSTICE!!) , We are men of Shankly's best (JUSTICE!!) , A team that plays the Liverpool way (JUSTICE!!) , And wins the championship in May (JUSTICE!!) . The angels came one sunny day, They came to take our Bob away, The greatest sight for you to see, Three European cups for Bob Paisley (PAISLEY!). A Liverbird upon my chest (PAISLEY!), We are men of Shankly's best (PAISLEY!), A team that plays the Liverpool way (PAISLEY!), And wins the championship in May (PAISLEY!). We went to Rome in 84, We won the treble like never before, Barney rubble was the man, Who won the cup for Joe Fagan (Fagan!) A Liverbird upon my chest (upon my chest), We are men of Shankly's best, A team that plays the Liverpool way, And wins the championship in May...