It’s the World Cup So Come On!
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Now ’tis true the lions roar
A moggy’s mew alike is more
A measly showing for the tears
Of hopes we’ve lost all down the years
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Yea just one final have we won
One more than those who ne’er won one
We build and build and then destroy
Our yestermen discarded toys
¶ 3
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The next big thing the papers hail
And then procede with tooth and nail
To stir the muck and spread the dirt
30 40 years of hurt
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A posioned chalice not a grail
The England boss’s glory trail
The flag defiled by racist yobs
In moneyed suits expensive jobs
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The clubs demand our loyalty
“I can’t stand him nor him” scream we
But wait until the fateful day
When Jules Rimet comes home again!
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