Song for Klopp
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I thought mine was bad, but most are horrendous.
To the tune of bohemian rhapsody
Is Klopp the real deal?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
We are Liverpool, We need no sympathy,
Because trophies are easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway that Klopp blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Henry , just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Henry, life had just begun,
But now You've gone and thrown it all away.
Henry, ooh,
Rodgers Didn't mean to make you cry,
If he's not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if winning really matters.
Too late, his time has come,
Sent shivers down our spion.
Sturridges Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, Rodgers had to go,
Gotta leave it all behind and face the truth.
Henry, ooh (anyway the Klopp blows),
I wanna die,
I sometimes wish You'd never bought us at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
deutschland,deutschland, will you do the Gegenpressing?
Sakho and Skrtel
Very, very frightening me.
(Coutinho) Coutinho,
(Coutinho) Coutinho,
Coutinho Firmino
Bentekeooooooo
We are Liverpool, nobody loves us.
We are Liverpool from the Moores family.
Spare us this life from this monstrosity.
Here we come, here we go, will you let us go?
Klopp! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Klopp! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Klopp! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, mama Mia , mama mia (Mama mia, let us go.)
Bill Shankley has a Liverbird put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can beat us and spit in our eye?
So you think you can hate us and leave us to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get back, just gotta get right back to the top!
(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)
Winning really matters,
Anyone can see,
Winning really matters,
Winning really matters to me.
Anyway the Klopp blows.
Is Klopp the real deal?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
We are Liverpool, We need no sympathy,
Because trophies are easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway that Klopp blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Henry , just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Henry, life had just begun,
But now You've gone and thrown it all away.
Henry, ooh,
Rodgers Didn't mean to make you cry,
If he's not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if winning really matters.
Too late, his time has come,
Sent shivers down our spion.
Sturridges Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, Rodgers had to go,
Gotta leave it all behind and face the truth.
Henry, ooh (anyway the Klopp blows),
I wanna die,
I sometimes wish You'd never bought us at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
deutschland,deutschland, will you do the Gegenpressing?
Sakho and Skrtel
Very, very frightening me.
(Coutinho) Coutinho,
(Coutinho) Coutinho,
Coutinho Firmino
Bentekeooooooo
We are Liverpool, nobody loves us.
We are Liverpool from the Moores family.
Spare us this life from this monstrosity.
Here we come, here we go, will you let us go?
Klopp! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Klopp! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Klopp! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, mama Mia , mama mia (Mama mia, let us go.)
Bill Shankley has a Liverbird put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can beat us and spit in our eye?
So you think you can hate us and leave us to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get back, just gotta get right back to the top!
(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)
Winning really matters,
Anyone can see,
Winning really matters,
Winning really matters to me.
Anyway the Klopp blows.
Fuck me I've read my words above twice and I love it. It might be because it's 130am and I'm going full Dreamy though
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Go to 45 seconds.
This is the only real choice.
Jurgen-na Kloppit
When the Reds Scores
Jugen-na Herr it
When the Kop Roars
When the Reds Scores
Jugen-na Herr it
When the Kop Roars
Its football song not a church hymn
Jurgen Klopp's Red and White army!
Fucking brilliant.
Fucking brilliant.
On the subject I went to see Jell'o Biafra and the Guantanemo School of Medicine recently. I know fuck all about Dead Kennedys and hadn't even heard of Jell'o Biafra but a mate had a spare free ticket as someone else had let him down and didn't want to go alone and I fancied a pint. It was carnage.
Jello is a fucking dude. Lad I know sent a demo tape off to Alternative Tentacles on the off chance and got a hand written letter back from Jello with the reasons why the band wasn't right for that particular label but a big list of labels that would be more suitable with contact details. Superb.
To what tune?
Auf deutsch klappt (kloppt?) das aber nicht. 😉
Naja, es wäre zumindest eine Herausforderung!
Gott in Himmel, hande hoch, schnell schnell, raus raus, untermensch, ausfahrt. Marlene Dietrich.
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