You're just too good to be blue,
Can't take the ball off you,
You've got a heavenly touch,
You pass like Souness to Rush,
An when we're pissed in the bars,
We thank the Lord that you're ours,
You're just too good to be true,
Can't take the ball off you ...

OH! Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Oh, Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Oh, Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Oh Stevie, Stevie G

We love you Stevie,
Cos you're Red and white,
We love you Stevie,
Cos you hate the sh*te,
We love you Stevie,
Na, na, na, na, na, na,
We love you Stevie,
Youre a red through and through,
We love you Stevie,
You're a great passer too,
We love you Stevie,
Na, na, na, na, na, na!

To the tune of 'Let It Be'

When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
And in my home, the Spion Kop,
We watch him jog, right in front of me,
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
The local lad turned hero, Stevie G
And when the jubilant Kopite people,
All living in The Park agree,
That we all know the answer, Stevie G,
And although we may all be fooled,
There is still a chance that we will see,
The footballing phenomen, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a man that we all see,
A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G,
Playing to the sound of music,
Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
For we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G