C'mon! Looking back in the mix, 86 quite fixed I was supporting Maradona in the striped kits Moon hits, hand of God, we all saw we was robbed How many soldiers in the Falklands that are on the job? The Butcher was read to hit the foul man I've got, El Porto crazy Second goal was amazing, the dick I wanna win But we got Brian Wright wrong We won, if Thatcher dropped the new clip on Remember 90s, Giles Arminia, Insania Ten goals at last, Kauffer nice guy, Gary Lineker Fog on the tang, it's all mine, all mine This team was so good, New Order was spitting rhymes The former Steve Ballwell, I'll never listen Bobby Wilson back five in the sweeper system Piercing tears and Shields legs been lame What up Sky at Alba Stadium? Yo, blood, sweat, tears up on the shirt Your roommate's piss lines in the dirt Yo, every four years up to England's bed We messed up again, we messed up again Yo, players in tears, fans not at home Yo, football is not coming home Yo, every four years up to England's team We messed up again, we messed up again Ninety-four a bore, a Graham Taylor's attorney Burn your George Cross card, Mon you earned it Holland cheated, no excuses speaking San Marino, we deserved a beating Ninety-eight a mistake, LaSalle forfeit in France Eileen Drury, Mary Dance in a trance Tony Adams, giving up an alcoholic Paul Gascon, you should have taken more Horlicks We looked real tight in the early stages Violence, Marseille ringing out in rages Argy Bargy, Beckham to Simone We blamed the kid, but the dive was a phony World Cup trophy, glory wins Don't get sent off or we're down to ten Yo, batting in spot kicks again Yo, breaking the hearts of us many men Yo, blood, sweat, tears up on the shirt Your roommate's piss lines in the dirt Yo, every four years up to England's bed We messed up again, we messed up again Yo, players in tears, fans not at home Yo, football is not coming home Yo, every four years up to England's team We messed up again, we messed up again Coz the land of the far east, scores to settle A Sweden charge to test the boys' mettle He bled his own country out, our nerves all rattled Knocked our old nemesis in a one goal battle The fans all ready, yo, the game's set steady The boys done good, even Emil Heskey Quarter final where we scores mouth drop Seaman, concentrate, watch out for the lob Yo, Ronald, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo Don't know, I said where did our luck go Determination is all part of the show We gave up on the pitch in the vino d'infro Man, everybody's gutted Don't say it's over for another four years and ain't it More disappointment, this World Cup's tainted In sixty six, the only time that we made it Blood, sweat, tears up on the shirt George Wynn made his best lines in the dirt Yo, every four years up to England's men We messed up again, we messed up again Yo, players in tears, fans love to moan Yo, football is not coming home Yo, every four years up to England's team We messed up again, we messed up again 2006, an opportunity missed Ecuador, Paraguay, Trinidad licked Crouch, no dance but we're all in bits Top the group with Sven Sveen and Viggs Wains of men not united, don't think Portuguese play but giving us the wink It's the same old story, penalty kicks When Lampard, Gerrard and Carragher got me 2010, we messed up again 2010, we messed up again 2010, we messed up again We messed up again, we messed up again 2010, we messed up again 2010, we messed up again We messed up again, we messed up again Ah, don't worry, we'll win it next time