I think it's bad
news for the English game
We're not creative enough,
and we're not positive enough
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, they'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
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so many sneers
But all those "Oh,
so near"s 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
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
England have done it,
in the last minute of extra time!
What a save, Gordon Banks!
Good old England,
England that couldn't play football!
England have got it in the bag!
I know that was then,
but it could be again
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
Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
Three
lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
Three
lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming