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.
Well, 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 sand.
Well, the battle it started that morning
Under the Libyan sun.
I remember that poor scouser Tommy
he was shot by an old nazi gun.
As he lay on the battlefield dying
with the blood pouring out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying
These were the last words he said
O I am a Liverpudlian
and I come from The Spion Kop.
I like to sing, I like to shout
I get thrown out quite a lot .
We support the team thats dressed in Red
Its a team that you all know.
Its a team that we call, Liverpool
And to glory we will go.
We've won the league
We've won the cup
We've won in Europe too
We played the toffees for a laugh
and left them feeling blue
