3 SONGS FOR ENGLAND
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 SONG FOR ENGLAND
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I swore I wouldn’t buy the shirt
Fly the flag or don the scarf
I swore I wouldn’t watch through fingers
I’ll keep my poor heart off the park
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I will not buy those glossy mags
Those bracelets face paints alice bands
I will not sing those dodgy anthems
Whose tunes and words none understand
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I said I dont care if we win
Or lose or draw I just dont care
My pulse won’t quicken with free quicks
If Beckham cuts or grows his hair
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I wont ink up my skin with tats
Display with pride the lions 3
And yet come Sunday England expects
Who’ll be cheering? yes it’s me!
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 SONG FOR ENGLAND TOO
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Raced his heart out for the Reds
A Scouser born a Scouser bred
He talks the game we love to hear
For Stevie G we’ll shout and cheer
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Michael Owen lightning speed
God grant him strength in each hamstring
A useful cross from Beckham’s feet
A goal from Mikey oh so sweet
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Sol Campbell like a rock and sure
England’s hero shuts the door
On those who take a chance on James
Whose hairstyles grow sublimely strange
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The Ginger Wizard needs a goal
To ease his heart and smooth his soul
Whilst Rooney preens the Nevilles sow
And bless his boots there’s Ashley Cole
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Ledley King or Jamie C
We’ll just have to wait and see
Just like ZiZou and Thierry Henry
Has Sven one more ace up his sleeve?
¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 SONG FOR ENGLAND 3
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I’ve bit me nails
Down to the bone
I’ve lost me hair
And chewed the combs
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A million tears I’ve wept
And more
As life hung on
That final score
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Penno shoot outs
Did for me
T’il Liver Lads
Did Germany
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Banks of England
Save once more
Are you watching
Bobby Moore
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Oh England calls
The pulse to fire
Bring us our Beckham
Of desire
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A word in God’s ear
If you please
Henry’s Nan’s English
(Isn’t she?)
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