Scouse Stomp Anthem

Bin queuin' since half six la,

scarf on, chuckin' it down,

Derby day down the Lily Pad End,

best pond in the town,

Some fella on his flag says "eh la,

you're a frog" — I says "aye,

I'm THE frog," get the chant goin',

c'mon Rib! Ohhh,

we're the boys from the Lily Pad End,

Rib rib rib, 'til the very end,

Number nine's flies caught,

top form, made up,

Smack it top bins — get in,

la, fill the cup!

(get in la!)

Bog goblin's in dirty early,

cheeky tackle in the reeds,

Ref's not havin' it,

VAR's a fly, checks it,

frog proceeds — Edge o' the box,

he's hit it, it's flyin',

it's IN, Ground goes up like a bevvy can,

"he's one of our own," rib rib!

Ohhh, we're the boys from the Lily Pad End,

Rib rib rib, 'til the very end,

Number nine's flies caught,

top form, made up,

Smack it top bins — get in,

la, fill the cup!

(get in!)

Chippy after, battered everythin' in sight,

Woke up rough, boss frog askin' where's the sprint board tonight,

"Gizza minute la, still buzzin' off that third," He's not havin' it

— fair enough, to be fair,

that's absurd.

Centre-back tadpole, stupid money,

everyone's got a take,

"He's a leader him," "nah la,

injury prone, mistake," Whole bog's runnin' the club from a stool an'

a pint, None of us signed a contract but we're all dead

right.

Ohhh,

we're the boys from the Lily Pad End,

Rib rib rib, 'til the very end,

Number nine's flies caught,

top form, made up,

Smack it top bins — get in,

la, fill the cup!

(rib rib rib!)

Shallow end, baltic mornin',

keeper's gloves too big,

Uncle reffin', gave a pen that never was,

big rig — "Go 'ed ref,

y'are havin' a laugh," sideline in bits,

Cuppa tea after though,

made up regardless — rib rib rib.

Lily Pad End...

Lily Pad End...

Rib rib... 'til the very...

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