World Cup Banter !
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” It’s coming home
Oh here we go again,
myself I fancy France
Brazil or Spain. ”
” It’s coming home
I saw it in a dream,
sure it wasn’t a nightmare
as your neighbours heard a scream ? ”
” It’s coming home
England are hard to beat,
you’re talking nonsense
as they’ll suffer in the heat. ”
” It’s coming home
Three Lions on the up,
nah, they’ve got no chance
of winning the World Cup. ”
” It’s coming home
going to be our year,
no, you’ll be crying in the pub
weeping again into your beer. ”
” It’s coming home
our squad is the best,
are you on drugs ?
please give it a rest.”
” It’s coming home
so from you I’ll hear no more,
as you’ll be eating humble pie
when you hear the Three Lions roar !”
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