And now look where we are, our squad is pure bricke
I'm writing poems about 10 years ago when we had a great night
But ever since then our squad went all wrong
When will get back to the place we belong?
First there was Rafa, a great motivator
Within five years he was a fat Spanish waiter
Keane, N'gog, Babel and Kuyt,
But in five more years the idiot won nout.
It come to a head when he tried to sell Xabi
A Spanish great replaced with fecking Gareth Barry?
So we sent Rafa picking, but still we march on
Cuz the club will live on after the waiter has gone.
So in came Hodgson a face like an owl
He brought in Konchevsky, and our play was so fowl.
He didn't last long, he didn't have a chance
Cuz even the fans knew that Joe Cole is pants
Still though that year was one of the best in me life
I remember it well, my tears woke up the wife
I knew it I cried, just as Liverpool had planned
Raul Meireles was the best player in the land
After the owl then please arise Sir Ken
The title is coming back to Anfield again
Wait is this a joke, is this meant to be funny
Andy fecking Carroll cost how much money?
But still we supported our team, through this racism stuff hurt
I spent half my rent on a Suarrz is innocent shirt
And lost countless hours on google incognito
Finding the differences between negro and negrito
It still didn't matter the FA rule the land
And innocent little old Luis was banned
So we complained online we won't take this lightly
So it hurt all the more when Suarez got bitey
And so onwards and upwards here came Brendan the young
Possession, attacking and the Kop surely sung
We knew that in time the title would come
What I had waited for had surely begun
Now what comes next sent me to heaven
The red man had rose and Moyes was in seven
Suarez, Sturbridge and Sterling couldn't be stopped
And when May come around the prem we did top
But alas it was to soon, and although Pulis was crap
While I cried he stood there laughing in his crystal palace cap
Because our captain, our leader, our legend did trip
We lost the whole league because of ONE feckING SLIP.
So Brendan came back but without the Uruguyan
He couldn't bring us the prem no matter how hard he was trying
And he spent 40 mil on a striker who though well meant
Can barely trap a bag of cement
So we cast our net far and asunder
Desperate to not make another massive blunder
In came Klopp and my title hopes grew
We wanted the league, we were back everyone knew.
But I have to admit that progress is slow
United are above us, Everton just below
But at least we still have a massive celebration
2-2 with West Brom produced jubilation
So sure we no longer compete in Champions Cheer
But Europe misses us more, the famous Anfield atmosphere
We still sing our song at least two times a game
I KNOW that Jurgen Klopp will finally end my pain.