The Final (A Game Of Two Halves)

This is it, what a blast, in the final at last
We're a dream of a team, we're just totally excited
What a thrill, twenty nil, we'll go in for the kill
On a roll for a goal we could take on man united.

Try a pass, shift your arse, come on show us some class
Get stuck in, play to win 'til the very final minute
Knock it back, then attack, come on lads it's a crack
If in doubt, kick it out 'cos we're really going to win it.

Oh what a lovely little move i would say
This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day
Must be on some sort of potion.

He doesn't need any other men. What a run
Let's take a look at that move again. Just for fun
This time let's watch in slow motion.

Oh what a lovely little move i would say
This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day
Must be on some sort of potion.

We're the team that rocks
We're the dog's bollocks.

You fat bastard, you're rubbish
You ginger git, look his gut's double size
What a useless tub, what a lard arse
Christ now we know who ate all of the pies.

He goes in for the kill and he makes it one nil!
What a fabulous goal, it enraptures the soul
The boy's magic.

My god this looks tense
They've got past our defence
Slide in low, on the toe, get stuck in, have a go, risk a booking
Bring him down to the ground, don't just piddle around
Chance your luck, chop him up, you can see that the ref's
Not looking.

I clearly played straight for the ball, did you see?
That dozy prat took a fall right in front of me
Any sane ref would agree it.

Out comes the book and a red card. Off you go
You like to think that you're so dead hard, now you know
They get a direct free kick.

Take the hero's role!
Score the winning goal!

Green is the colour
Soccer the game
A thousand more for
The boys in green
The emerald team
We're bloody magic
Just fucking magic.