1.Handball
Lyricist：Mark Brennan, Laurence Pryor, Steve Whale
3000 miles is a long way to go
To be beaten by a dwarf in Mexico
He was an aged cheat who didn't give a damn
Couldn't use his head so used his hand
They forgave the blind old sod
And Maradona claimed it was the Hand of God
So out of the Cup but what you expect
From a poxy little country and a circus reject？
Argy-bargy
Hanky-panky
Naughty, naughty
Handball
The British boys in the Mexico sun
Stood their ground a
And Hare Duke on the run
Same old story you always start
You not got the bottle and you ain't got a heart
And we're the English and we play it fair
We lost the Cup but we don't care
Everyone knows the final score
But who won the Falklands War
Two or one, a final score
Now on to the Falklands War
2.Viva Bobby Moore
Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore＊
Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore viva viva
Bobby Moore's football machine
Everybody knew they'd seen a sensation
A a sensation here what I say now Bobby Moore's football machine
Everybody knew they d seen a sensation
Sensation hear what I say now
West Ham to England' s Wembley
They knew it just maybe he' s the best they have ever seen
Taught people how to play, the football game including Pele
A said he was the best he' d ever seen
Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore
No. 6 was all he knew he was the best in red white and blue
Turned out to the Captain of the crew
Beckenbauer would look in awe
Bobby was the score in a Sensation
Viva Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore
Etc
3.3 Lions
Lyricist：Whale
Your TV image sofa and beers
Your gobbing off about Britney Spears
Eaton Cambridge, they paid for it all
You're just a wanker but you think you're cool
You're shit and you know it
You're a middle class wanker and know it
You're shit and you know it
I can see through your image, it's bullshit
Your PC image is just banal
You play it of with your sexist style
You ain't no different to what used to be
You wrap it up, call it comedy
You're shit and you know it
You're a middle class wanker and know it
You're shit and you know it
I can see through your image, it's bullshit
You took the 3 Lions and made them your own
Who are you to say football coming home？
You ain't from the street
You're just so plastic made, a living out of being sarcastic
You're shit and you know it
You're a middle class wanker and know it
You're shit and you know it
I can see through your image, it's bullshit
4.Saturday's Heroes
Lyricist：Mark Brennan, Mick Fairbairn, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve Whale
There's a handy little firm at the game today
Having a laugh for causing trouble on way
Rucking on the terraces, bundles in the street
Fighting for glory in half lit streets
Gonna take away my ID card
But you'll never get me at Scotland Yard
Saturday's, Saturday's heroes
Saturday's, Saturday's heroes
It's gonna go off in the center of town
Where the boys know no one shoves you around
Pulling down fences, smashing up bars
Putting out books through brand new cars
Sago star burst, it won't let Tesco
But they never get me on video
Saturday's, Saturday's heroes
Saturday's, Saturday's heroes
5.Boys Are Out Tonight
Living on the darkside, drinking cheap cyanide＊
Spending my money before I get paid
Doing my best to make ends meet
Something to eat, something to drink
The backstreet filled with villinous laughter
Running through life fast and faster
Follow your team love 'em so true
Till saturday comes right back to you
We're the boys out tonight
The week is wasted till the weekend comes
Fighting for your team on the chicken run
Concrete, metal, kicked and shoved
Boy to man on sweat and blood
Bridge house drinking after the game
Telling stories of how we fought for fame
Boys are out tonight
Living on the darkside, drinking cheap cyanide
Spending my money before I get paid
Doing my best to make ends meet
Something to eat, something to drink
The backstreet filled with villinous laughter
Running through life fast and faster
Follow your team love 'em so true
Till Saturday comes right back to you
We're the boys out tonight
The week is wasted till the weekend comes
Fighting for your team on the chicken run
Concrete, metal, kicked and shoved
Boy to man on sweat and blood
Bridge house drinking after the game
Telling stories of how we fought for fame
6.No One Likes Us
Been banned from the Whiskey A Go Go＊
Been banned from a club in Soho
Been banned From Red Lion Square
Been banned from every where
No one likes us
No one likes
We're the Business and we don't care
Your music will never last
Your music is much to fast
Your not wanted in this industry
Your music will never be
No one likes us
No one likes
We're the Business and we don't care
7.Hardcore Hooligan
YOUR JUST A HOOLIGAN＊
A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN
YOU'RE JUST A HOOLIGAN
A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN
They've taken the game out of our pockets
They're filling theirs up and its time to stop it
Cost of the tickets has gone through the roof
Hard to afford we're the living proof
Football clubs taking the piss
Boys like you don't put up with this
All seater grounds the rucking's no more
But up at the station we'll still have a war
8.Southgate (Euro 96)
Gareth Southgate stood on the spot＊
Couldn't believe the chance he got
He'd be a hero with one toe punt
But sent it at the keeper oh what a cunt
SOUTHGATE'S GOING HOME, HE'S GOING HOME
SOUTHGATE'S GOING HOME, HE'S GOING HOME
SOUTHGATE'S GOING HOME - OH NO HE'S MISSED THE BUS
Should he hit to the left
Should he hit to the right
Don't really matter coz he was shite
That's the way our luck goes
Couldn't see the ball coz of the size of his nose
If I score this it'll be a killer
Coz they won't let me at Aston Villa
Didn't take a run up for the kick
Even me mum thinks I'm a prick
DANCE NOW WHATEVER YOU WILL BE
BUT HE MISSED THE FUCKING PENALTY
SO WE SMASHED UP THE TOWN
WHEREVER WE MAY BE
COZ HE MISSED THE FUCKING PENALTY
9.Maradona
Whatever you sniffed you wanted more＊
Now you can only score with a whore
All supplied by the hand of god
Out of the cup that's the way it goes
Shouldn't have had a bucket of charlie up your nose
All supplied by the hand of god
Maradona you're shit
Maradona you're shit
We've waited eight years for your come up pence
Now we know weren't worth Tuppence
All supplied by the hand of god
Hairy little legs and fat little head
You once has thirty whore in your bed
All supplied by the hand of god
You claim to stand up for your god laws
While all the time you were shagging whores
All supplied by the hand of god
Crocodile tears on the commentary box
Was it cause you'd lost of been giving the pox
All supplied by the hand of god
10.England 5, Germany 1
Lyricist：Whale
Was a sunny day in a Munich stadium
All the beer in Munich can't console them
As Oliver hit the turf, it was English football's birth
It was there biggest loss since 1931
England 5, Germany1
Michael Owen is number 1
Beckenbauer and Voller thought they'd seen it all
Steven Michael Emile and golden balls
Running rings round you there was nothing
You could do England's glory, we changed the story
Now, where pulling through
England 5, Germany 1
Michael Owen is no1
We got a Swede called Sven Gor Eriksson
Bobby Moor is now David Beckham
So, Germany rip where the golden age to be, our time has come
There on the run, it's time for victory
England 5, Germany 1
Michael Owen is no1
11.Guinness Boys
My team jut lost 4 - 1＊
Feeling bad and feeling glum
To the pub on a Saturday night
30 minutes later and I feel alright
Guinness boys we are here, Oh, Oh,
Love your women and drink their beer
Some say I'm a drunken bum.
Me mother in law she's got some front
But I like a drink its a way of life
It gets me out the house and away from the wife
Me mates and me are having fun
I look to the clock it's half past one
the wife's gonna kill me and the doors are locked
I've got no money cause I spent the lot
12.Terrace Lost Its Soul
Lyricist：Whale
Grew up on the streets through anarchy
Time moved on football was our family
It's our life, it's every thing to me
Oh, oh, the terrace lost its soul
Oh, oh, money moved in
Poor man working hard for the rich man
Working from the cradle to the grave
Thirty million for Rio Ferdinand
It looks like it's the fans who have to pay
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