Tonight all of England unite
Has Sven got it right?
Who will be first to score a goal
Owen, Beckham, Ferdinand or Cole?
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
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
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
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
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
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.