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You get, I got goals

You get, I get, the balls

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

England!

Raise a glass, a perfect pass

And dribble around my socks

Check my shirt and drink my shots

And squeeze me in the box

It’s a digital football thing

It’s a football thing

I live in a land of class hypocracy

We’re going to win the national lottery

E I Adio, I don’t think so

Now it’s time, filling it up

Into the net, never give up

'Cause England’s Irie

England’s Irie

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

Hey diddle-diddle, there’s a fella in the middle

And I think he’s pulling my string

My wife’s lactating and I’m spectating

It’s a football thing

I live in a land of class hypocracy

We’re going to win the national lottery

E I Adio, I don’t think so

Win that ball, head for the goal

Use your stealth, don’t lose control

Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks

Gonna battle hard

Players on a mission, operation no-card

No free kicks or penalties to the opposition

Swift, strong, every old tacticians

Now it’s time, filling it up

Into the net, never give up

'Cause England’s Irie

England’s Irie

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

(England? Well it’s the best kept village in Europe, isn’t it?)

Keep the game on the pitch

Bung it in

England!

Now it’s time, filling it up

Into the net, never give up

'Cause England’s Irie

England’s Irie

Now it’s time filling it up

Into the net, never give up

'Cause England’s Irie

England’s Irie

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

Cut the trigger, I fire like this

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