Elvis,
the atmosphere's bobbing,
grab that tambourine
Alright Dad,
let's kick a good beat
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Down at some foreign ground
the England fans look around
All seems lost the end
seems nigh till a little
old man starts to cry:
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England gi's a goal
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Ooh.... we've got a corner
A fire breaks out
in the England end
A policeman comes
to apprehend
Grandad tells him
with a giggle
his meat pie's not
cooked in the middle
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England gi's a goal
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Ooh.... we've got a corner
The faithful fans
let out a roar
as England bang in
number four
A little old man
in a dirty mack
jumps up on a
policeman's back
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England gi's a goal
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Come on Elvis sing
like the king
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England,
give us a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England,
give us a goal
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Ooh.... we've got a corner
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Meat pie sausage roll,
come on England
gi's a goal
Why can't you just
sing like the king
It's not for want
of trying dad
No wonder my wee
smells of sugar puffs
the stress I'm under
Quick give us that gun