(Good old England, England who couldn't play football)
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
Everyone seems to know the score
They've seen it all before
They just know, tey're so sure
That England's gonna throw it away
Gonna blow it away but I know they can play
Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming
All these years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so many sneers
But all those oh-so-nears
Wear you down through the years
But I still see that tackle by Moore
And when Lineker scored
Bobby belting the ball
And Nobby Dancing
Three Lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming
All these years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming
(Good old England, England who couldn't play football,
England have got it in the bag)
Dreaming!!!
I know that was then but it could be again
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
One, two, one two three four
Three Lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming
All these years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming home …