Englands Dream
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Tonight all of England unite
Has Sven got it right?
Who will be first to score a goal
Owen, Beckham, Ferdinand or Cole?
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You can feel the tension as kick off nears
God forbid it will end in tears
The whistle has blown, here we go
We are the best, it already shows
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The crowd roar as Owen shoots
I swear that lad wears magic boots
A mighty blast in the back of the net
Oh sweet Lord his best goal yet
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Here they come, the glory days
What will tomorrows papers say?
Ashley Cole does a fine job,
Then passes to Lampard with a cheeky lob
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His pass was perfect to Beckhams call
Who shoots and scores, our Golden Balls
Now a two goal lead, can we make it three
Oh Yes, a diving header from Rooney
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Young Joe Cole is looking to score
And made it look easy, goal number four
Their keeper didn’t stand a chance
Our team celebrate with a little dance
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Only seconds before the final whistle is blown
But not before Rio gets a goal of his own
What a wonderful night, what a brilliant team,
Winning the World Cup ful-filling every Englishmans dream.
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