It’s time to fly the flags on high
Come on England, do or die!
The nation knows you are the best
It’s up to you to do the rest
We haven’t won since sixty six
And when we take the field to mix
With “lesser” nations, same old tale
We flatter to deceive, then fail
Who’s lifted gold and silver since
That Russian linesman made Fritz wince?
Of course there is the Argentine
“But that’s the hand of God!” we whine.
The French, who scarcely seem to care
Have laid “les mains” on silverware
Twice crowned the European Kings
“And once world champs!” the cockerel sings
Passionate Italians claim
A crown in Europe to their name
They were world’s best in eighty two
Plus two finals in azure blue
And what of the defeated Hun?
Prostrate the day that we last won.
Five world finals, three of glory
Thrice champs of Europe is their story
And then of course there is Brazil
Three times world masters, how they thrill
The surging dashing yellow shirts
They win at will, and how it hurts
Let’s add some others to the lists
Who’ve reached the brink, the finalists
Of Europe and of the World Games
Forgotten teams, forgotten names
Belgium, Russia, Denmark, Spain
Some football hotbeds, then again….
Yugoslavs & Greeks and Dutch
Oh had England done as much!
Three Lions? What is their proud boast?
Three semi finals at the most
Lisbon, Turin, Wemberlee
Extinction was their penalty!
We paint the country red and white
Expectation out of sight
Of course we’re favourites! we insist
The truth ignored, the history missed
Get drunk, fill pubs, belch bellicose
Let’s punch the truth smack in the nose!
Lets lose a month in footied booze
And wreck the town the day we lose
Enough, the myth so long repeated
We know they’ll all troop home defeated
Remove the flags from cars and vans
Accept our lot as also rans!