Promenades rattled and sandcastles shook
Publicans hired extra staff
Granddads red and white hankie chic four knotted look
Suddenly didn’t seem daft.
As crusties at Glasto raised flagons
Security peeked at large screens
Not since our George slew that dragon
Had we bothered to get so stuck in?
Proud fathers push babies in pushchairs
Who dribble on red and white bibs?
As out of puff mothers Three Lions in their hair
Played football out in the street with the kids.
Stock Exchange bears loudly applauded
With one cautious eye on The Dow
While over in Paris punts on The Bourse
Like French hopes went plummeting down.
Bar Italia patrons were jealous
Our Italian gaffer adored
Marcello Lippi will be soon seen as surplus
As aghast champions fall on their sword
TV’s were laid on in “The Office”
So “sickies” would be not be allowed
Computer screens went into orbit
Put out of sync by an ecstatic crowd.
Leicester Square came to a standstill
As Eros fired arrows of joy
Punters on open top buses sang shrill
“Hip hip hoorah for our boys”.
Brick Lane Bengali’s went radio rental
On cobbled streets when the news got about
Have we won in the cricket? Nah Defoe’s just scored innit?
England winning makes everyone proud!
Whitechapel barrows wore red and white flags
As “The Blind Beggar” looked on in awe
Negative type on “The Papers” was made to look bad
The minute Jermaine Defoe scored!
City Types sat outside boozers
Quaffing on champagne and stout
A one Defoe goal (wonderful) shows The World we ain’t losers
With The Germans the next to knock out?