There was a time when England’s players were just like me and you
Bald, fat , inarticulate with real political views
They drank in pubs, had missing teeth, they looked like your dad’s mates
and you could caddy for them at charity golf club fetes
But now they are all superstars with mansions out of town
If you ever see them you’re expected to bow your head right down
They wear fancy designer tat and drive a hundred thousand quid car
They’re aloof and untouchable with their minders and PR
But this year in the World Cup they carry all our hopes and dreams
And in Brazil their godlike skill will thrill the other teams
They are our representatives for all the world to see
The best of our great nation and the best of you and me
When the euphoria of winning comes it fills us up with pride
A drug we’re all addicted to but rarely satisfied
But this time we’ve got Stevie G and big Joe Hart in goal
Rooney’s got his hair sewn on so you’d never know he’s bald
The English lions will scare the Uruguayans,
Italy will fail utterly
The Costa Rican knees will weaken
when they see Raheem on the run
The whole world will sit up and notice how our boys all play as one
We’ll outplay everyone in our way in the knockout rounds
Back home the people will samba in the streets of every town
[England are in the World Cup Final]
In a tight fought game under the burning sun to the dreaded penalties
The boys lays all the ghosts to rest and win 5 pens to 3!
Win it for the pensioners, bring them home that Cup
Win it for the workers in the call centres who need some cheering up
Win it for the soldiers, bring them home that Cup
Win it for the people who look up to you in the town where you grew up
Win it for the traffic wardens, win it for the vicars
Win it for the boy with your name on the back of his shirt who spends all his pocket money on Panini stickers
Win it for the drivers, win it for the brickies.
Win it for the chavs, the toffs, the great bake-offs and the Billericay Dickies
Win it for the teachers, and for the NHS,
The bin man who gets out of bed at 4am to clean up all our mess
Win it for the drinkers, win it for the beer.
Win it for the love of it, the glory of course
But win it without fear!
released June 2, 2014
Words by Rebel Rikkit and Chorizo Garbanzo.
Music by Chorizo Garbanzo.
Commentator announcement by Rebel Rikkit.
All singing and playing by Chorizo Garbanzo.