Chorus: In my Liverpool Home, In my Liverpool Home We speak with an accent exceedingly rare, Meet under a statue exceedingly bare, And if you want a Cathedral, we've got one to spare In my Liverpool Home
I was born in Liverpool, down by the docks Me Religion was catholic, occupation Hard-Knocks At stealing from lorries I was adept, And under old overcoats each night I slept
Way back in the forties the world it went mad Mister Hitler threw at us everything that he had When the smoke and dust had all cleared from the air "Thank God" said the ald fella, "The Pier Head's still there"
When I grew up I met Bridget McGann she said "Your not much but I'm needin a man" "Well a want sixteen kids and an 'ouse out in Speke" Well the spirit was willing but the flesh it was weak
There's a place in dis city were the nits de wear clogs They've six million kids and ten million dogs De play tick with hatchets and I'll tell you no lie a man's a coward if he has more than one eye.
The Green and the Orange have battled for years They've given us some laughs and they've given us some tears But Scousers don't want a heavenly reward They just want the Green Card to get into Fords
The Dockers' Umbrella has bitten the dust You might buy a Meccano, no charge for the rust Scottie Road is a legend now past away But you can go down to Yateses and drink all the day.
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