Football is coming home

We're in the booze-o, get the pints in, hook your becks on, I'm telling you now that England are gonna win

We've got Southgate in his waistcoat, time to step up and finally bring the fucking trophy home

And we give the ball to Grealish, we're gonna win, I feel it

He crosses it to Harry Kane and he goes and scores again

Let's have no more years of pain, it's coming home again

Na-na-na-na-na, eh-eh, football's coming home again

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, it's coming home again

We've got Saka, we've got Foden. With them and the ball, we beat them all, yeah, we show them

We've got Declan Rice winning the ball all night, we won't go down without a fight, yeah, this is our time

And we give the ball to Grealish, we're gonna win, I feel it