ENGLAND GLORY!………………….MAYBE
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On the pitch, where they play,
There’s no glitch, that’s what they say.
They’ll always have hope, to win the cup,
They’ll always cope, till they come up………………..against Brazil !
In the group, it should be sweet,
And we’ll whoop, Paraguay we’ll beat.
Unfortunately for some, it will be quite sad,
When we thrash poor Trinidad.
Then comes some fear, as we play the Swedes,
Let’s hope we’ll beat them this year, after 38 years it’s all we need.
Until we face, mighty Brazil,
We have a place, right at the top.
Let’s just wish, we can celebrate,
And not be rubbish, not take the step to fate.
There is one thing you see, we can do without,
One player is he, Owen Hargreaves we need to kick out………the team.
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Come on Stevie G, you’re the man,
The hero you can be, score goals yes you can.
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Super Lamps, in the centre,
To be quite frank, is the mentor.
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Becks is getting on, although he’s the cap,
He’s the set piece one, most of the time he plays c**p (naff).
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If we can’t win the cup agin,
Why don’t we just sack Sven.
With the world at our feet,
There’s no team we can’t beat…………………….except BRAZIL!
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