When you walk through Anfield,
hold your wallet near by,
and don't park your car in the dark.

At the end of the day,
there's a giro pincher near by,
and they'll always mug pensioners for a lark.

Sign on, sign on,
with no hope in your hearts,
for your dreams be tossed, and blown.

Sign on, sign on,
with a pen in your hand,
and you'll never work again,
you'll never work again, again....

Dream on, dream on,
with hope in your hearts,
cos you'll never win the league,
you'll never win the league, again, again.