Three Lions
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The footballs on the tele.
The stars ain't in the sky.
They are kicking bags of wind about
Faking injury's all the time.
The wages make your eyes water
The antics make you cry.
Oh the footballs on the tele.
And I'm drinking beer and wine.
The pizza in the oven
The crisps are in bowl
The wifes been sent to her mothers
The kids to scouts and guides.
Now if only England could win a game
The world cup would be complete
but I'm not holding my breath.
As we have a bunch of overpaid fairies who wear 3 lions on their chest
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2018
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