The Anfield Rap – where music and football meet (and stave each other’s heads in with bottles and chair legs) – Read on for the lyrics, I dare you!

Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell
United, Tottenham, Arsenal
Watch my lips, and I will spell
’cause they don’t just play, but they can rap as well
Liverpool F.C.
Liverpool F.C.
My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility…
Napoleon had that idea he’d have conquered the bloody world
Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you’ll never walk…
alone
Alright Aldo
Sound as a pound
I’m cushty la but there’s nothing down
The rest of the lads ain’t got it sussed
We’ll have to learn ‘em to talk like us
Well I’m rapping now, I’m rapping for fun
I’m your goalie, the number one
You can take the mick, don’t call me a clown
Any more lip and you’re going down
Alright Ace, we’re great me and you
But the other lads don’t talk like we do
No they don’t talk like we do, do they do la
We’ll have to learn ‘em to talk propah
Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you’ll ne… ver walk…
alone
You two scousers are always yapping
I’m gonna show you some serious rapping
I come from Jamaica, my name is John Barnes
When I do my thing the crowd go bananas
How’s he doing the Jamaica rap?
He’s from just south of the Watford Gap
He gives us stick about the north/south divide
’cause they got the jobs
Yeah, but we got the side
Well I came to England looking for fame
So come on Kenny man, give us a game
’cause I’m sat on the bench paying my dues with the blues
I’m very big down under, but my wife disagrees
They’ve won the league, bigger stars than Dallas
They got more silver than Buckingham Palace
No-one knows quite what to expect
When the red machine’s in full effect
Well Steve McMahon sure can rap
It’s about time he had an England cap
So come on Bobby Robson, he’s the man
’cause if anyone can, Macca can
Macca-can… Macca-can… Macca-can… Macca-can…