Come on you lot, come on you lot
We're going on TV
Come on you lot, the nine o'clock slot
Was made for scum like me

Nineteen sixty six
Was it a dream or did it exist
I'd had a few drinks so I may have been pissed
I couldn't make no sense of it
Then when Hursty scored
You could hear the whole street roar
The pubs were all jam packed solid that night
It was like we'd just returned from war

Boys they still score
But not with a football
A mobile phone and a knock at the door
They mess around on the grass
But thesе days that means something elsе
Get off our heads and then relax
(Drugs drugs cash cash!!!)
Solo

Come on you lot!

I can safely say we all miss Bobby Moore
Two thousand and four
There's a big lug at my door
He's a bailiff and he swore
That I don't live there anymore
This country's lost its spine
All we do is moan and whine
It's excuse after excuse
Time after time after time after time after time!

Come on you lot, come on you lot
The girls are as thick as shit
(Come on you lot!)
Come on you lot, all they want is
Super-sized silicone tits
(You're a disgrace)
(Come on you lot!)
You're a disgrace
Vulgar no taste, a vile ugly idle race
(You're a disgrace!!!)
You're a disgrace, vulgar no taste
A vile ugly idle race