Everton have always had many humorous and passionate chants inspired on the terraces of Goodison Park.
Some of Everton’s chants perhaps come from Liverpool’s close association with the sea. Many sea shanties and chants were born in and around the banks of the river Mersey.
Grand Old Team (If Yer Know Your History)
It’s a grand old team to play for
It’s a grand old team to support
And if you know your history
It’s enough to make your heart go
whohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We don’t care what the red s***e say
What the f**k do we care
Cos we always know
That there’s gonna be a show
When the Everton boys are there!
Roberto's Blue Army
Allez, Allez, Allez Oh
Allez, Allez, Allez Oh
Everton F.C
Roberto's Blue Army!
Allez, Allez, Allez Oh
Allez, Allez, Allez Oh
Everton F.C
Roberto's Blue Army...
We've Got A Diamond Called Ross Barkley
We've got a diamond called Ross Barkley
A Toffee who comes from Wavertree
He plays alongside James McCarthy
Together for Everton F.C...
And when you're in the Blue
We'll sing this song for you
Ross Barkley is a Toffee through and through...
Lukaku, McCarthy and Barry Song (Ooh stick you)
Lukaku, McCarthy too, Gareth Barry...
School Of Science Song
Roberto he had a dream,
To build our football team,
He had no money so he signed the players on loan,
We play from the back,
With Ross in attack,
The School of Science,
Is on it's way back...
Onward Evertonians/We Shall Not Be Moved
Onward Evertonians, Forward on to seeSee the royal twin towers, and royal Wem-ber-ley
See the royal blue jerseys, as faithful as can be
Forging on to victory, and fighting con-stant-ly
Onward Evertonians, Don't let your pride be moved
Remember our song for Wem-ber-ley, Is We Shall Not Be Moved...
We shall not, we shall not be moved, we shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a team that's gonna win the FA Cup, we shall not be moved
What's Our Name, Everton
What's our name, Everton...
The Blue And White Street End (Said Lizzie To Philip)
Bill Shankly to St John, Come Listen, my boy
I’ve devised a new plan that will bring u great joy
Those Everton Toffees we’ll knock out the Cup
And a great celebration we’ll have on the kop
We’ll kick Jimmy Husband, Joe Royle as well
We’ll kick those Blue Toffees, We’ll kick them to hell
And the only man standing will be Brian Labone
And he can’t beat eleven red shirts on his own
But alas Mr Shankly your plan it went wrong
And your red and white gobshites could not raise a song
For the man you forgot was the Greatest of All
That red headed dynamo named Alan Ball
In the 44th minute of a goalless report
Smith, Yeats and Lawrence on the back foot were caught
A square ball from Husband with great force was met
By the Boot of Young Alan to the back of the net
Now listen you reds****s you all must agree
Yours is the dirtiest team that you’ll see
And to Beat the Blue Toffees you first must report
To the Blue and White Street End who give their support
The Ballad Of Bonnie ans Clyde
The Everton Boys, Have got a reputation
For Smashing up the Stations, On the London region
The Everton Boys, Began their evil doin’
One Sunny Afternoon, Down at White Hart Lane
Now one Tottenham fan, He tried to take them alone
They left him lyin’ in a Pool of Blood, And laughed about it all the way home
Cock Of The North
We are the Scousers, The Cock of the North
We all hate United, And City of course
We only drink Whiskey, And Bottles of Brown
The Everton Boys are in Town
Everton, Oh We Love Everton
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Neville Southall, Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Shaggy Stevens, Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Psycho Pat, Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Kev The Rat, Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Degsy Mount, Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Peter Reid, Peter Reid! Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Tricky Trev, Tricky Trev! Peter Reid! Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Paul Bracewell, Paul Bracewell! Tricky Trev! Peter Reid! Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Kevin Sheedy, Kevin Sheedy! Paul Bracewell! Tricky Trev! Peter Reid! Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Andy Gray, Andy Gray! Kevin Sheedy! Paul Bracewell! Tricky Trev! Peter Reid! Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton
And we love our Graeme Sharp, Graeme Sharp! Andy Gray! Kevin Sheedy! Paul Bracewell! Tricky Trev! Peter Reid! Degsy Mount! Kev The Rat! Psycho Pat! Shaggy Stevens! Neville Southall...
Oh Everton, oh we love Everton, Oh Everton, oh we love Everton...
Everton Til I Die
Everton til I die, I’m Everton til I die
I know I am, I’m sure I am
I’m Everton til I die
Goodison Gang
Marching down the Goodison Road
All the windows open wide
When your hear a copper shout ‘hey, put that candle out’
We are the Goodison gang
We've got no manners, We spend all our tanners
We are respected, Wherever we may go
Marching down the Goodison Road
All the windows open wide
When you hear a copper shout ‘hey, put that candle out’
We are the Goodison guys
Let’s Go F*****g Mental
Let’s go f*****g Mental, Lets go f*****g Mental
A na-na-na, a na-na-na...
Oh Scotty Road
When I was young, A Park End Boy I wanted to be
So I said Ta-ra, to my Ma and Da, And left in my Everton Jersey
I Sailed with the Stanley Sailors, Aboard the Good Ship Victory
And we Sailed down Scotty Road, In a black Maria Van
Oh Scotty Road I am, Forsaken, And it’s not that my Poor Heart is Aching
Oh it’s the Whisky and the Rum, We’ve all been taking from my Mum
And that Charming Little Toffee Girl, Down on the Scotty Road
Oh SCOTTY ROAD...
Oh When the Blues Go Marching In
Oh When the Blues (Oh When the Blues)
Go Marching in (Go Marching in)
Oh When the Blues go Marching In
I want to be in that Number
Oh When the Blues go Marching In...
Run Run
Run Run whoever you may be
We are the famous EFC
An we’ll f**k you up
Whoever you may be
Cos we are the famous EFC
The Blues Are Coming Up The Hill
The Blues are coming up the hill boys
The Blues are coming up the hill
They all laugh at us
They all mock at us
They all say our days are numbered
Born to be a Scouser
Victorious are we
So if you want to win the cup
Then you better hurry up
Cos we are Everton FC
Victorious and Glorious
We’ll take the Spion Kop
Between the four of us
And Glory be to God
That there isn’t any more
The four of us will take the fucking lot
We Are The Peoples Club
We are the Peoples Club, We are the Peoples Club
We are the Peoples Club, We are the Peoples Club...
We Don’t Carry Bottles
We don’t carry bottles, We don’t carry lead
We only carry hatchets, To bury in your head
We are loyal supporters, Fanatics everyone
In case you do not know our name
Our name is Everton!
We Hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Liverpool too (They’re s**t!)
We hate City and United
But Everton we love you, Altogether now…
When Skies are Grey
You are my Everton, My only Everton
You make happy, When Skies are Grey
You never know dear, How much I love you
So please don’t take
My Everton away
Na na na na na ooh…
Johnny Todd (The Words To Z-Cars, Never Sung Though!)
For to cross the ocean wide
There he left his true love a-weeping
Waiting by the Liverpool tide
For a week she wept full sorely,
Tore her hair and wrung her hands
Till she met with another sailor
Walking on the Liverpool sands
O fair maid why are you weeping
For your Johnny gone to sea?
If you'll wed with me tomorrow
I will kind and constant be
I will buy you sheets and blankets,
I'll buy you a wedding ring
You shall have a gilded cradle
For to rock you baby in
Johnny Todd came home from sailing,
Far across the ocean wide,
There he found that his fair and false one
Was another sailor's bride
So, all you lads who go a-sailing
For to fight the foreign foe
Never leave your true love like Johnny,
Marry her before you go!
| Current And Former Player Chants |
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Aidan McGeadyOlay, Olay, Olay, Olay,
McGeady,
McGeady!
Alan Stubbs - Alan, Alan Stubbs
Stubbs, Stubbs
Alan, Alan Stubbs
Gets the ball
Scores a goal
Alan, Alan Stubbs
Andrei Kanchelskis - Andrei, Andrei Kanchelskis
Andrei, Andrei Kanchelskis
Andrei Kanchelskis
Andrei Kanchel-elskis...
Anybody from the U.S.A
U.S.A, U.SA…
Barry Horne - Who Needs Cantona
Who needs Cantona
when we've got Barry Horneeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
Bob Latchford - One Goal At A Time
One goal at a time, Bob Latchford,
That’s all we’re asking of you.
If you hit the bar,
We’ll all go aah,
One goal at a time
Bob Latchford - Walks On Water
Bobby Latchford walks on water La La La La La La La...
Brian Labone – Heigh, Ho
Labone, Labone, Labone, Labone, Labone…
Bryan Oviedo - Oviedo Baby
Oviedo Baby, Oviedo ohhhhhh...
Dave Hickson – Davey, Davey Hickson
Born in a barn in Ellesmere Port
The Rules of football he was never taught
Got sent off when he was only three
For giving the ups to the referee
Davey, Davey Hickson
King of the transfer list
David Moyes - Oh David Moyes
David Moyes, David Moyes
David, David Moyes
He’s got red hair but we don’t care
David, David Moyes
Daniel Amokachi - Amo
Amo, Amo, Amo...
Danny Cadamarteri - Tubthumping
He gets knocked down
But he gets up again
Oh yer never gonna stop the Dan...
Danny Cadamarteri - Yellow Submarine
Danny, Danny Cada-mart-eri
Cada-mart-eri, Cada-mart-eri
He got it off Kvarme and he left the c**t for dead
Then he ran the Park End and he banged it in the net...
David Unsworth - Rhino
Rhino, Rhino, Rhino...
David Weir - Weirrrrrrrrrr
Weirrrrrrrrrr
Weirrrrrrrrrr
Weirrrrrrrrrr...
Duncan Ferguson - Duncan Had A Pigeon
Duncan had a pigeon
a pigeon, a pigeon
Duncan had a pigeon
a pigeon he had
it flew in the day and it flew in the night
it flew over Anfield to s**t on the s***e
Duncan Ferguson - Duncan Is Our Hero
Duncan is our hero
He wears the number nine
He wears it when he's playing
He wears it all the time
He wears it in the shower
He wears it on his nest
Duncan is our Hero
He is the f***ing best!
Duncan Ferguson - Duncan The King
Raise yer drink, yer drink, yer drink
To Duncan the king, the king, the king
Cos he's the leader of our football team
He's the greatest....
Centre forward...
That the woooooorrrrrrlllllddddddd.......
Has ever seen!
Earl Barrett - Dont Blame It On The Boogie
Dont blame it on Southall
Dont blame it on Watson
Dont blame it on Hinchcliffe
Blame it on Earl Barrett
Gerard Deulofeu - He's Magic!
Ho, ho, ho
He's magic you know
Gerard Deulofeuuuuuu....
He's magic you know
Gerard Deulofeuuuuuu....
Idan Tal - His Name Is Idan Tal
His name is Idan Tal
He comes from Israel
And when he plays
And when he plays
He play the Z-cars
Der der, der... (Goes into Z-Cars tune)
James McCarthy
Running, running, running, running, running all over the pitch
James McCarthy, James McCar-tttthhhhhyyyyyy.....
James McFadden - Jimmy Mac
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Jimmy, Jimmy Mac, Jimmy Mac, Jimmy, Jimmy Mac...
Joe-Max Moore - Posh Spice Is A Slapper
Posh Spice is a s*****r
Posh Spice is a w***e
And when she’s s*****g Beckham
She thinks of Joe-Max Moore
Joe-Max Moore
How d’you like it, How d’you like it
John Heitinga - Oh Johnny, Johnny
Oh Johnny, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny Heitinga
Just Cant Get Enough
When I see you Everton I go out of my head,
I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough,
All the things you did to me and all the things you said,
I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough,
We slip and slide as? we fall in love and I just cant seem to get enough of...
Kevin Campbell - His Name Is Super Kev Campbell
His name is Super Kev Campbell
He scores in a scramble (or he scored once at Anfield)
He knows where the f***in’ net is
And when he walks down the street
All the people he meets say
Hey you, what’s your name
His name is Super Kev Campbell….
Leon Osman - Leon
Leon, Leon, Leon…
Lee Carsley - Who Put The Ball In The Redshite's Net
Who put the ball in the reds***e’s net
Who put the ball in the reds***e’s net
Who put the ball in the reds***e’s net
Super Lee Carsley
Super, Super Lee
Super, Super Lee
Super, Super Lee
Super Lee Carsley
Leighton Baines - Leighton Baines My Lord
Leighton Baines my lord, Leighton Baines
Leighton Baines my lord
Leighton Baines
Leighton Baines my lord, Leighton Baines
Oh lord Leighton Baines
Leighton Baines - Twist And Shout
Well shake it up Bainesy now (Shake it up Bainesy)
Twist and Shout (Twist and Shout)
You know he plays down the left (plays down the left
You know he crosses them in (crosses them in)
For Timmy Cahill (For Timmy Cahill)
To slot them in (to slot them in)
Marouane Fellaini - I Want Curly Hair Too
Marou-ane Fell-aini, you are the love of my life
Marouane Fellaini, I’d let you shag my wife
Marouane Fellaini, I want curly hair too...
Mikel Arteta - Best Little Spaniard We Know!
Follow, follow, follow
Everton is the team to follow
Cos there’s nobody better than Mikel Arteta
He’s the best little Spaniard we know
Nikica Jelavić - Baby Give It Up
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Jela, Jelavić, Jelavić, Jela, Jelavić!
Ole Ole Ole Ole
Ollie Ollie...
Peter Reid - He's Fat, He's Round
He’s Fat, He’s Round
He’s Worth a Million Pound
Peter Reid, Peter Reid
Phil Jagielka - One Jagielka
One Jagielka, There's Only one Jagielka
One Jagielka!
One Jagielka, There's Only one Jagielka...
Phil Neville - Phil Neville Superstar
Phil Neville Superstar
He’s got more medals than Steve Gerrard!
Romelu Lukaku
Romer, Romelu
Romer, Romelu
Romer, Romelu, Romelu Lukaku!
Royston Drenthe – Royston The Rasta
Follow, follow, follow, Everton is the team to follow!
Cos there’s nobody faster than Royston the Rasta
He's the best little Dutchman we know
Steven Pienaar - Music Man
Pier, pier Pienaar
Pienaar, Pienaar
Pier, pier Pienaar
Pier, Pienaar
Sylvain Distin – Barbra Streisand
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Sylvain Distin
Tim Cahill - Tim Cahill
Tim Cahill, Tim Cahill
Tim Cahill, Tim Cahill…
Tim Cahill – The Blue Socceroo
Timmy, Timmy
Timmy the blue socceroo!
Tony Hibbert - He Scores When He Wants
He scores when he wants
He scores when he wants
Oh Tony Hibbert
He scores when he wants!
Tony Hibbert - No Limit
Tony, Tony, Tony
Tony, Tony
Tony, Tony Hibbert
Wayne Rooney - Just Seventeen
He was just seventeen, If you know what i mean
He wears the golden boots upon his feet
We wouldnt want Michael Owen
Cos we've got Wayne Rooney
Wayne Rooney - Rooney's gonna get yer!
Rooney's gonna get yer, Rooney's gonna get yer
Yakubu - Feed The Yack
Feed the yak
Feed the yak
Feed the yak and he will score
Feed the yak and he will score
| Anti Liverpool Chants |
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Royal Blue Jersey
Oh we hate Bill Shankly and we hate St John
Most of all we hate big ron
And we’ll hang the kopites one by one on the banks of the royal blue Mersey
To hell with Liverpool and Rangers/Celtic too
Throw them all in the Mersey
And we’ll fight, fight, fight
With all our might for the boys in the royal blue jersey
The City’s All Ours
The City’s all ours
The City’s all ours
F**k off to Norway
The City’s all ours
Fat Spanish Waiter
Fat spanish waiter
Your just a fat spanish waiter
fat spanish waiter
Your just a fat spanish waiter
Nick Barmby - Nicky Die
Singing die, die, Nicky, Nicky, die
Singing die, die, Nicky, Nicky, die
Singing die, die, Nicky!
Die, die, Nicky!
Die, die, Nicky, Nicky Die
Red And White S***e
Hello, Hello
Red and white s***e, Red and white s***e
Singing The Blues
Oh I never felt more like singing the blues
When Everton win, and Liverpool loose
Oh Everton, you got me singing the blues
| Songs |
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In recent years several songs have been made including Born A Blue which was written by Matt Dean the grandson of Everton legend Dixie Dean.
