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Last Updated: Wednesday, 19 April 2006, 14:40 GMT 15:40 UK
Send in your World Cup songs
Wayne Rooney and World Cup
You're mine - all mine!

We have been asking you to send in your World Cup songs - lyrics and/or mp3s - and the response has been incredible.

We are going to add a few more on Monday that have already been sent in - but NO MORE PLEASE!

The selection of entries we have included will be whittled down to 10 and we will ask you to vote for your favourite this week.



We know that there's been some good times
Whenever we've been through bad times
We never came close to giving up

We qualified without Wembley
And forget the Denmark friendly
And Northern Ireland was just a bluff

When we're on paper
We'll take them one and all
With the right formation
The nation's ready for more

Let's show them who's in charge
Just like St George and the dragon
You're our superstars
And 4-4-2's good enough
For so long we've been dreaming
But now's the time for believing
That we're gonna write our name on the cup

Remember when we last won it
We beat the it
Boy have they made us pay since then
Let's go get the cup from Berlin
And maybe the tide is turning
But don't give us penalties...again

With Owen and Rooney
Who needs a back four?
We'll bend it like Beckham
And lift it like Bobby Moore


Give us some Gazza magic
Another Geoff Hurst hat-trick
When we roll into town
With goals we'll take 'em all down


Let's show them who's in charge
Just like St. George and the dragon
You're our superstars
And 4-4-2's good enough
For so long we've been dreaming
But you're the boys we believe in
And you're gonna write our name on
I think we've got a game on
So come on write our name on the cup!
(The Trophy Boyz) See internet link on right.


Wayne and Frank are on their way,
Owen and Gerrard too.
With Ferdinand and Terry at the back,
It's gonna be 4-2! (again!)

So Mr Klinsmann, who do you think you are? Jurgen, has only got one Ballack!

Mr Klinsmann, who do you think you are?
We won't forget the Jurgen dive.
We still have nightmares over Rudi Voller's perm,
Your players singing "It's coming home!" - it made our stomachs churn.

So Mr Klinsmann, who do you think you are?
Jurgen, has only got one Ballack!

With our David's matador skills
It's always a killer pass.
When little Michael slots it home
You'll be screaming: "Was ist das!"

So Mr Klinsmann, who do you think you are?

Look! There's little Sven doing his thing!
Mr Klinsmann - we're gonna meet you in Berlin.
Sven and the boys will say: "Danke Deutschland!"
Arise Sir David Beckham with that World Cup in your hand!

So Mr Klinsmann, who do you think you are?
(The Svenga Boys). See internet link on right.


It's 2006 and we have a squad that will rip you to bits.
Rooney gets goals, Owen gets loads, so this our year we will all cheer because we are up for the cup.
We are the best, simply better than the rest.
We are the england boys - nah, nah, na nah ENGLAND!!!!


Go for it boys, go for the gold, give it your all, so the country can stand tall.
We will support you all through the down and up, please will you bring us back that cup!
(Robert Sidor).


Score a goal, in the hole, Stevie G's got ball control.
You've got to hold and give? Whats that all about?
You've got to play like a loon. That's what we all shout.
Football is a passion, it isn't chemistry,
So lets all shout are heads off. And win in Germany.

Two minutes left, one nil down.
Up pops Crouchy in Berlin town
Owen's got a sore foot, Rooney's eating pie.
Is he bringing on Jame-o? That'll make us cry.

So play up En-ger-land, remember Bobby Moore
He had the Kaiser in his pocket when En-ger-and got four.
(Dave Almighty).


That day. The final game.
The defining moment finally came. Forty years had passed It was worth the wait, at last. To complete the impossible task "Where were you?" They'll ask.

On top of the world, we'll say,
England conquered the world that day.
Back where we belong, on top of the world,
Singing our song. The three lions march on.
It's Eng-er-land.

That night, the score in lights for the world to see,
We were right.
Forty years had passed,
It was worth the wait, at last.
To complete the impossible task,
"Where were you?" they'll ask.


Where were you when Rooney scored? England danced, the Lions roared. Owen, Beckham, Frank and Steve led us all to victory.

A heroes' welcome for our men, who did us proud, except for sven, who took a flight back to his home, and drew some tactics in the snow.

Joe and Ashley tore them apart, Terry fought with a lion's heart. Robinson, Ferdinand and the rest of the team, did us proud, secured the dream.

Where were you when it crossed the line? The whistle blew, it was time. Now raise your glass, they'll raise the cup. Eng-er-land are back on top.


England, oh England, the question remains - can we finally get past the quarter-final stage? To play in attack, or to play 4-5-1? Only one man can know this, and that's Eriksson.
But one thing I do know that's better yet still - let's do all we can to avoid Brazil!
(Gary Dagger).


We all follow the England over land and sea (land and sea).
We all follow the England on to Germany.
(Paddy McReddie).

WORLD CUP VISION (To the song of One Vision, by Queen).

Eleven men, one goal, one mission,
Three Lions, one soul, just one solution,
One flash of light, yeah one World Cup vision.

One Beckham, one Owen, one football nation,
One Neville, one Frank, one real solution,
Wo-wo-wo-wo gimme Wayne Rooney.

Berlin, Munich, I'm gonna tell you there's no place weżll get beat,
No fouls, no penalties, All we need is one world cup vision.

One Terry, one Sol, one football nation,
One Gerrard, two Coles, one real decision,

We had a dream, when we were young,
A dream of sweet illusion,
A glimpse of hope and victory,
And visions of one sweet union,
But 40 years has gone,
And no trophies been won,
And in our hearts it shows,
Look what the Three Lions has done.

Vision, give me more shots, give me more goals, I'm ready,
There's only one direction, One world and one nation,
Yeah Three Lions.

No tears, no shame, just excitation, All through the game, it's a celebration wo-wo-wo-wo yeah.

Sven, Sven, Sven.

One cup, one goal, one football nation,
One voice one hope, one real decision.

Gimme one night, gimme one hope,
Just gimme, one man one man,
One pitch one night, one day hey hey,
Just gimme gimme gimme Three Lions!
(Neil Finch).


And did those men in sixty six
Race upon Wembley's turf so pure
And was the holy Cup of Gold
Aloft in Captain's hands so sure.

And will the eternal quest go on
Shine forth upon our men so proud
And is England deemed to win, my son
Among the dark Germanic crowd.

Bring me my boots (my boots) of burning gold
Bring me my shirt so shining white
Bring me the goals that were foretold Bring me three lions so great a sight.

We will not cease until we have won, nor shall we lose sight our will to reign
'Til we hold high above the Cup For England's roar will shake the world
'Til we hold high above the Cup For England's roar will shake the world.


These other teams, they think they're Grand. But they're forgetting Eng-er-land!
We've got the boys to do us proud, sing this song when in the crowd.
Rooney and Becks, they're like Gods, Raul and Ronaldo, get new jobs.
Eng-er-land Eng-er-land, champions of the planet.
Eng-er-land, Eng-er-land, My girlfriend's called Janet.


We had the World in Motion, and I can't believe it's true,
It's now been 40 years since our dream last came true.
England boys, remember that, our wonderful football story,
And be determined in Germany to win us back our glory.

We've got Gerrard, Lampard, Rio too,
Owen, Rooney we love you.
Sven's time is almost up,
Let's say goodbye by winning the cup.

Go and face the Germans, give them another stuffing,
Brazil, France, don't worry lads, compared to us they're nothing.
Because we are Eng-er-land, we're representing Britain,
We've got three Lions on our shirts; three Lions, not three kittens.


Remember 1966, Geoff Hurst and Bobby Moore,
They knew that they would win the cup, they would never be unsure.
So Beckham lead them out the tunnel, we've always come so near,
But this summer in Germany, it's going to be our year. (Tim Kitching).


Ooooooooo, Ooooooooo, Oooooooo.
England are the boys to win the cup.
They gunna beat the rest.
They'll beat Ronaldinhos goofy teeth
And Ronaldo's big fat chest. (Luke Handley).


Last time out you took a nap,
Beckham missed twice, the ref was so cack.

Let's not stand around waiting for penalties to strike,
We don't want to be crying all day and all night.

So Owen get fit and Rooney play out of your socks,
And let's not be seeing you pick up any silly knocks.

So here we come to the World Cup Please dear old England, don't **** it all up! (Nathan).


From the clubs across our country come the men
Who will make all England rise up once again.
In defence or in attack,
At the front or at the back,
We will cheer them from the mountain and the fen.

So come on, you boys who have the lions on your heart.
The whistle's gone, the game is on, so let the battle start!

At home we say our own club is the best,
But when those boys pull on the England vest,
We'll cheer them all as one,
Till the game is lost or won,
For they're playing for the country that is blessed.


Ninety minutes, maybe more, they'll run and run,
And we don't care if they win by ten or one,
They will know they are the best,
With their lions on their chest, So come on England's boys, the game is on!
(Hedley Russell).


We are England and we have a chance to win.
Especially if you believe all the spin.
But the English press will do all they can.
To ruin who is clearly our best man.
Come on newspapers, don't be a loony.
And leave alone our superstar Rooney.
But we know that whilst we've got our Sven
We will no doubt get knocked out on pens.
(Sean C).


Cumon England,
Do us all proud,
Your a top footy nation,
With a top footy crowd.
Go and beat the Germans,
Win it for Sven,
He's been a great manager,
I'd give him nine out of ten.
Better than Big Phil,
Better than Jurgen,
Come England,
Beat those Germans!
We got Becks and we got Cole,
We got Rooney to stick it in the goal.
We got Gerrard and his 40yarders
Terry in defence, who's gonna get past us?
From Robinson to Owen,
We got plenty of class,
So lets go to Germany and kick sum....butt!
(Aaron "Bizkit" Beschizza).


Take the Monty Python Spam song, replace 'Spam' with 'Sven' - instant classic. The sketch even had Vikings in it!
(Steve Bingham).


You're going home, you're going home, you're going home after the group games.

Your team is over-rated, and in the media they will be slated. Sven will take you home, will take you home, will take you home after the group games.
(Graeme Duncan).


At Five we started playing football just for recreation,
But now we're being spurred on by the chants of the whole nation,
You'd think it wouldn't matter that it's only just a game,
But tell that to the fans, who are screaming out our name.

Jules Rimet, you fill us with dismay,
You've eluded us from '66 until the present day,
Jules Rimet, we need you as a friend,
We'll shout and sing, we'll play and win, our World Cup drought will end!

We're England, we're going to win the cup,
We're England, with lots of skill and luck,
We're England, we'll bring that trophy home,
We're England, you'll never walk alone.
(Chris Lane).

Our manager, who's from a foreign country, Has tried 4-4-2, 4-5-1 and 4-3-3,

He's played Beattie, Johnson and even Heskey, He's our super swede!

Took him years to find a good goalie,
And he s****** the F.A secretary,
But he'll win us the Jules Rimet trophy!
He's our super Swede!
(Mat Harper).


England, England you da men
Bring back home da World Cup again
Big Shout out to da England Team
We got da best squad that we've ever seen

England, England do us proud
Get out there and wow da crowd
England, England bang 'em in
Show da world that we will win

England, England you can do it
Focus yo minds y'all, then get to it
England, England turn on ya style
Get da England fans roaring wild

England, England - ready get set
Unleash da ball right at that net
England, England shoot, shoot, score
Go and win da World Cup once more

England, England we livin' in hope
Prayin' da opposition just can't cope
Wid da strength an might of da England team
So go, go, go and complete our dream.

BECK-A-DOO (to the tune of Agadoo)

Beckham's hair do-do-do,
First it's curtains then it's shaved,
Beckham's hair do-do-do,
Then he ties it back in braids,
Whether down, whether up,
Or in a Seaman pony-tail,
He'll be holding the cup,
Coz there's no way we can fail.

On the ninth of July, we'll be flying so high,
Singing "No more years of hurt", with an English lion's pride.

Owen's through-through-through
Just the keeper left to beat,
Owen's through, through, through,
Got the whole world at his feet,
Knock it left, knock it right,
Chip it over, take it round,
There's a touch, only slight
But you know he's going down.

On our way to Berlin,
We believe we can win,
Singing songs of '66
And by the way, that ball WAS in!

Stevie G-G-G
In the middle of the park
Stevie G-G-G's
Gonna score from 30 yards
Tackle back, win the ball,
Stick a pass on Crouchy's head,
You can't miss, he's so tall,
That his feet stick out the bed.

From Lands End to Leeds,
We will dance in the streets,
Singing 'Come on England',
Go and make our dreams complete


We'll be chanting for England, chanting all night long,
With Rio and Terry at the back we surely can't go wrong
When we step out on the pitch, hear our Lions roar,
Cos it's Gerrard to Rooney and Owen makes it four.

It's England, it's England, it's En-ger-land
Here comes England, no-one holding our hand
We are from the promised land.

Our history we'll relish, our future will shine,
Just remember when we lifted that golden shrine
We ain't lifted it for ages - approximately 40 years, But when we go to Germany, we'd better hear no sneers.

Cause Sven and his posse are out for revenge If you see the En-ger-land, stop and cheer and get another beer,
And when then the tournament is over and we have won the cup, put it in a cabinet and lock it up.

It might as well stay there for the rest of time,
Cause who's gonna win it back, with an England team like mine? England, England, England, England - La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La.


We the nation with hearts on our sleeves
We the nation that wants to believe
We the nation will sing out as one
Bring home the world cup to where it belongs

So come on the lads, remember we're here
As always to shout and to cheer
Our hopes and our dreams, our pain and our fears
England the brave will someday be there
At the top of the world, where we belong. England our England. (Mike Okeefe)


C'mon England
I'm World cup mad
We need that trophy here
Or...well, I'd just be sad!!!!


Everybody keeps on telling me that Brazil are the best team
They have the golden key - but I don't think anyone told that to Stevie G, or Joe cole and the skill that is Wayne Rooney.

England boyz are coming for you
We got pies in the oven and beers on the side
Come on ref, that ball was well wide.

To the north to the south, hold your head up high - England has the passion the world has never seen.

England boyz are coming for you
We got pies in the oven and beers on the side
Come on ref, that ball was well wide.

As the days get closer
I think back to 66
We need a hero, don't let it be a draw
Let's do it for the great Bobby Moore.
(Mr Andrew Joseph Illston).


Forty years ago, we won the cup
Families cried as we lifted the trophy up
Forty years on, old glory remains
To win it again we must play our game.

This is the anthem, a match winning song
For millions and millions to sing along
Owen and Rooney, Lampard and Gerrard
The spirit we have will make it less hard.

We know of the great times and all the sad
And the stories told by our mum and our dad
We play at the park and wish we were there
We play like we can, We know we all care

Pass it and link up to get the top
World champions in the making, they'll play till they drop.


It's hard to say what the day will bring
The red stands up as he nears in,
He sees the crowd chanting and clapping, chanting and clapping, chanting and clapping,
It's all on him, he's about to take his shot.


They dream away of that day when they're singing that World Cup song,
They tried to write the lyrics all right, to cheer those reds on,
But what they forgot was that it's the song that's gonna make it go wrong.

He sees the goal, its all on him,
The nation's joy rests on his shoulders and if he don't make it will be like Indiana Jones and the boulders,
Coming to knock him down
He blinks his eyes and he cries, and takes that monumental shot.


He belts it in the air as it flies towards the posts,
And all he can think of is that damn World Cup song, humming away in his head,
And just like Southgate, the world and its millions are dependent on this goal.


And he dreams away of that day when he was singing that world cup song,
To cheer them on and make them winners
And realises it was the song that made it all go wrong,
Humming away in Rooneyżs head as he was about to take his shot.


The crowd go wild, it's so nearly in, when all of a sudden there's an almighty wind,
It'[s the crowd singing that mind boggling song,
'And they dream away of that day when they're singing that World Cup song'

And it's just enough, that almighty push, for the ball to hit the net,
So come on peopl,e sing away to bring that World Cup home to stay.


Forty years, it's been too long
Always singing the same old song
About how we are going to win the Cup
As long as we have a bit of luck.

One man's talent - no doubt there's plenty
But let's not forget he's only twenty
Rooney's our guy - that is so true
But can his talent come shining through?

Of course there are another 10
No that is surely up to Sven
Will he pick the team that is right?
Or is Beckham staying on the right?

Gerrard and Lampard both in the middle
Why is this one such a riddle? Is it again because of Beck
Whose love for Sven will save his neck.

Keep the formation 4-4-2
And choose the players who know what to do
The ones who always play with pride
The ones without injuries trying to hide.

But here's the message to our Sven,
Please oh please avoid the pens!


After this tournament, Sven's gonna get the sack,
We won the cup in '66 and now we want it back
We lost out in Athens, we bottled it in Rome, but now we're off to Germany to bring the trophy home.


Engerland, la la la
Engerland, la la la
Engerland, la la la
Engerland, la la la

Now we're getting Beckham to gather up his men,
They couldn't do it in Japan, but there gonna try again.
So do it for the country, let's do it for the Queen
And put in the best performance the nation's ever seen.


This is the best chance ever for Rooney and the boys, Let's crowd the streets of Germany and make a load of noise,
Coz this is what we live for, a matter of life or death,
This is what ill be singing when i take my final breath.

CHORUS (To fade)

(George Cornwell).


Up the England boys in white,
Stevie G and Crew,
Up the England boys in white,
Stevie G and Crew,
We'll raise a glass- they'll kiss our a***,
Those Argentines in white and blue.

Up Sven's men to win the Cup,
No this ain't no joke,
40 years - we're ready now,
To bring the Cup back home.

Germany is waiting,
For the lions' roar,
From Liverpool to Norwich,
We'll lift the cup once more.
(Amy McGuire).

ENGLAND NUMBER 5! (To the tune of Mambo Number 5)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5
The boys are in Berlin so come on lets ride,
To the Olympic stadium round the corner,
The whole squad's here and its time for us to do what we wanna.

We're playing Paraguay in the opening game, Last time we beat them 4-0, can we do it again?
There's Rio, Crouchy and Gerrard too,
But still there is lots of work to do,
So many things to sort, formations to choose, 4-5-1 or 4-4-2?
Beckham, Lampard and Terry,
And we can always send in Wayne Rooney!


A little bit of Beckham up the wing,
A little bit of Crouchy makes us sing,
A little bit of Terry and the gang,
A little bit of Rio Ferdinand,
A little bit of Owen scoring goals,
A little bit of Joe and Ashley Cole,
A bit less of Drogba's magic hand,
A bit more Sven the Swedish man.

Jump up and down,
Flick the ball around,
Kick it up to the sound,
Play it short on the ground,
Knock the ball left,
Knock the ball right,
Chip the ball in front,
Kick it back behind,
Step over once,
Step over twice,
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right.


Football, soccer, don't care, whatever,
The England boys they all come together.
They're all working together as a team,
Trying to forfill a life-long dream.
(Amy and Mary).


Sir Ramsey was the kid.
Sir Bobby nearly did.
We've had the Turnip, now we've got the Swede.
Well we all got different Teams.
Football hopes and Dreams,
But there's one thing we're all agreed......


Hansen's eyebrows they go up and down, They go Uuuuup, they go Down..... Hansen's eyebrows they go up and down They go Uuuuup, they go Down Down Down.

We're the Baggies and the Devils
We're the Gunners and the Hammers
We'll be filling up your stadiums
With all our English banners
We're the Addicks and the Citizens
The Cottagers and Reds
The opposition, they'll be wishing
They'd just stayed in bed.

We're the Pompey and the Magpies
The Latics and the Spurs
With the Riversiders right beside us
You will come off worse
We're the Toffees and the Trotters
The Villains and the Blues
We've been waiting 40 years
So let the other beggars lose.


We've had unlucky years,
The tragedy, the tears
But now we`ve got to get it right
We've got to keep it up
Go out and win the Cup!
God save Our Gracious TEAM !!!


From the Cottage and the Kop
To the Stadium of Light
From the Hawthorns to White Hart Lane
And round the Riverside
So Fratton, Upton, Ewood Park
St James Park and Villa Park
Let's give the divers yellow cards
As we deliver the killer spark.

No matter if you're Stamford Bridge or JJB
Whether Goodison Park, Reebok or Highbury
From the Valley, Old Trafford or Man City
About Hansen's eyebrows we ALL agree!


(The Turnstiles).


Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
We're England, England, England.


Rooney's running with the ball
Come on England one and all
You'll hear those mighty lions roar
We're England, England, England.

Hold your flags up high and proud
The red cross sails above the crowd
A sea of people sing out loud
We're England, England ,England.

The world's a stage where we belong
In times like these we must stand strong
We'll seize the day and bring it home
To England.

'66 still lingers on
Nine World Cups have come and gone
But this time round we're just too strong
We're England.


Hold your flags up high and proud
The red cross sails above the crowd
A sea of people sing out loud
We're England, England, England.

So beat those drums we're on our way
Olympic stadium, judgement day
No need to hope, no need to pray
We're England.

We'll walk onto that field of green
Hand on heart, God Save the Queen
One chance, One cup, one team, one dream
We're England.


Hold your flags up high and proud
The red cross sails above the crowd
A sea of people sing out loud
We're England, England ,England.

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.

We're England, England, England
We're England, England, England
We're England, England, England.
(Barry Sullivan and Andy Mudd).


Forty years ago when England ruled the show
We wore those England shirts with pride - I'm glad that spirit's still alive.

But that's too long ago, for me to really know
What winning's really all about. We'll bring on home more than sauerkraut.


What's the Bobby Moore? England's gonna score
What's the Bobby Moore? England's gonna score
(Crowd): And We're All Singing En-ger-land....Yes We're All Singing En-ger-land....
It's gonna be one-nil, two-nil, three-nil, four
Yes we're all singing En-ger-land, that's the Bobby Moore!

When Robson was the boss, we almost pulled it off
My Dad and me we couldn't believe when Waddle missed that penalty
But now has come the time for our England boys to shine
We'll show the world we're movin' up, when we place our hands around the Cup.

CHORUS (to fade).
(Ben Rowley).


The scene is set, it's Germany
From 66, we come to be
Champions of the world believe
Jules Rimet we will retrieve
The greatest England team unite
Set the Berlin stage alight
This time round we're gonna win
Second best would be a sin.

Eriksson with winning thoughts
Take on teams with tricks he's taught
Any team that comes along
They will turn the lion style on
Beckham's pass is all it takes
Rooney dummies then he fakes
Owen chips it up above
Over the keeper, it's one love.


You England Boyz, You England Boyz, ooh yeah yeah.

Marching on to June this year
Sweet success is in the air
Cole and Phillips provide the tricks
With fancy steps and tasty flicks
Will it go to penalties?
Psycho's miss is history
Our Captain Marvel will rejoice
He lifts the trophy for the England Boyz.


You England Boyz, You England Boyz, ooh yeah yeah.
(Shooting Terence).


Come on England,
Come on England,
We can do it,
We can win it.

Through the seasons,
Highs and lows,
Our world is changing
And it shows.

But out of the wilderness,
Hope is at hand,
A game of two halves,
Uniting our land.


Because we're going all the way with England. England.

CHORUS All the way with England,
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
All the way with England,
We're gonna get there somehow.
Cos we're going all the way with England! England.

Gonna raise the nation's head,
Paint our faces white and red,
Wave those flags with pride,
Sit back enjoy the ride.

We're gonna cheer and sing out loud,
Make our homeland feel so proud,
Take the game in our stride,
Sit back enjoy the ride.


The three lions will roar, For every goal we score, With fire in their bellies, And passion in our hearts, This is where the road to glory starts! CHORUS All the way with England
With our hands on the cup after so many years!

(By Ken Harris).


Wayne the magic striker lived for the day,
he could frolick through Brasil's defense and take that cup away. Little Michael Owen felt just the same.
He longed to take the World Cup home before he'd even shaved.

Ohhhhhh...Glory to England's lions, sent across the waves.
You can win this in our lifetime boys, it's the reason you were made.

Give the ball to Beckham, Gerrard and Joe Cole.
Let them pass the ball to Wayne and it's supermagic goals.
(Will T).


The game was born in England.
It's our homelands son. And proudly we sent it out to share with everyone.
It came back home in 66, then went away again.
And we miss our prince and want him back
England again will reign.

The glory the glory the feeling that you get.
The glory the glory when England hit the net.
We'll stand up and sing, our hearts so full of pride.
We've come to get the World Cup we're not here for the ride. Aaaaannndd we'll 'ave it, we'll 'ave it - England's on the attack.
And when we 'ave it you're not 'aving it back.
Na na na.
(Jon Regal).


Come on you England,
Show them who's the best
Come on you England
We can beat the rest
Come on you England
We've had our up and downs
Come on you England
Let's make the Brazilians look like a load of clowns.


En-gerland, En-gerland
Let's re-live '66
Go on Rooney
And score a few hat-tricks
Or maybe Michael Owen
Just please don't go and blow it.

So come on you England
Stand proud an tall
Come on you England
You're supported by us all
Come on you England
Don't let us down
Come on you England
Bring this cup to town.



Once we had a dream t'was realised way back when
Now we've got another chance to pick it up again.
Thru the rough & the smooth there's no such word as can't
Nothing but the world to gain so come on join our chant.


Gonna sing it from the terraces
Sing it high & low
Gonna sing our way to victory
Coz we're bringing it back home
We're bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it home.

There've been ups and downs but you've always shown the way
We love to hate you when you lose, that's what the papers say
Here's your chance to get it right, we'll cheer and clap the screen
Let the Lions roar out tonight so we can live the dream. Gonna sing it 'til the whistle blows
Sing it from our bones
Gonna sing it when we lift the cup
Coz we're bringing it back home
We're bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it home.

Gonna sing it from the terraces
Sing it high & low
Gonna sing our way to victory
Coz we're bringing it back home
We're bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it home.

Gonna sing it 'til the whistle blowsv Sing it from our bones
Gonna sing it when we lift the cup
Coz we're bringing it back home
We're bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it home. (Substitute).


1966 is all you've got
Every four years you're in a knot
Why bother with all this bluster
When the Quarter finals is all you can muster?
(Will o the sheep).


We build them up
But it's no use
I cannot stand any more abuse
They have fast cars
And great hairstyles
But they'll be lucky
To beat the Faroe Isles.


Nnanooonannoo! Yeah it's Chav 'n' Dave
Come on England
Nnanooonannoo! Yeah it's Chav 'n' Dave
Come on england
We're goin to the ******* World Cup with all the England boys!
We're gonna win it this time
Oi! Oi! Let's make some noise!

We're goin to the World Cup
With all the England boys
We're goin to the World Cup
With all the England boys
We're goin to the World Cup
With all the England boys
We're goin to the World Cup
With all the England boys
Let's hope we win it this time
(Chav 'n' Dave).

(To the tune of Abba's 'Money, Money, Money')

I train all night I train all day,
In this World Cup I want to play,
Ain't it sad.
But still there never seems to be a place in Sven's squad for me,
Aint't it sad,
But in my dreams I have a plan,
If I nobble the Swedish man,
Curby would get the England call,
Then I'd get picked and kick that ball...

If he went-he, would probably score a goal.

Bentey, Bentey, Bentey
If he went-he would be a happy soul.
Tra-la etc.
(Ian Torbet).


There's gonna be a party
Yeah we're gonna go
The boys in white will be there
Cheer on the England heroes.

We'll cheer at every corner
We'll groan at every miss
We'll roar at every chance
Come on and sing.

Yeah we're gonna win it
Yeah we're gonna win it
Yeah we're gonna win it
Let's have one more.

Hey Ref! don't get your card out
You could see he took a dive
He knew he wouldn't get there
Well...not alive!

And we're waltzing through the middle
We're cutting round the back
We're snuffing out their chances
We'll keep on 'til they crack.

There goes the whistle
The ref has blown again
We'll chant through extra time
All penalties and the pain.

And we're gonna be the 12th man
We'll cheer until we're hoarse
All stand salute the boys
With the three lions roar!
(Roger Irving).


Is what England will get,
When the ball goes in the net,
And the linesman don't object.

Is what the fans will say,
Well, let's keep it clean,
Play as a team,
And Win it for the Queen.
(Mr Cornelius Chapman).



Everybody knows it
We're gonna show the world it
Everybody knows we're En-ger-land
Coz this is our year
And we haven't any fear
We're the mighty mighty En-ger-land. X 2 Verse 1: We have always known
We're gonna be
Winning again after forty (YEARS!)

We're not going home
We wanna see
Beckham lift that famous trophy.

We're not gonna moan
We're gonna see
England celebrating victory
No more chances blown
This is our year
Come on England!


No losing allowed
We've waited for
So long, hoping, wishing, dreaming
England and we're proud
We'll always be
cheering, chanting, singing, screaming.

See us in the crowd
We're following
Our boys on their way to Berlin
Let's all sing it loud
This is our year
Come on England!


Can't you see, can't you tell, can't you hear
We will always be near
We love England!
We will watch, we will wait, we will pray
That it will be our day
We love England!

Clap your hands, in the stands, stamp your feet
Come and sing in the street
We love England!
Come on boys, raise your voice, give a cheer
Cos you know why we're here
1, 2, 3, 4!

CHORUS (to fade).
(The Squad).


Rooney loopy nuts are we
Me and him and them and me
He'll show you what he can do
With a cross from Becks or a header too.

CHORUS Sets the goals up, scores too
For the fans in Germany and back home too
Rooney loopy nuts are we We're all Rooney loopy.

Now ol' Beckham as we all know's
Got loadsa dappa suits
London bred and he dyes his hair
'Though he's still got brunette roots
Emotional - hope he keeps his cool
'Til we reach the finals
And whether we win or whether we don't
He'll always be Goldenballs.

Now our friend Frank, hours he spent
Down at Stamford Bridge
On the old green pitch his mates seem amazed - he plays every single day
And them long shots, he always hits the spot
How? The old mind boggles
And nowadays he hits the lot he don't need no goggles.

CHORUS (to fade)


England it's time we won it again
Show the rest how it's done in style again
Like in '66 when we had Sir Alf
Yeah that great year we had the last laff
So isn't it about time we won it again?

With this team we could surely do it
Not just keep dreaming about it
So Rooney, Gerrard, Beckham & co
Isn't it time you put on a world class show? Yeah isn't it time?


And Germany is the place we could repeat what We did in 66 with this great team we got
Show the world we're back where we belong
At the top of the world
So England and Sven, come on let's win it again this time


England we need a joyous fix
Just like we had in '66
And there's no better year to do it
Than this year 2006
For many years now we've felt let down
But this year we can turn it around
'Cause football's coming home
And so is Jules Rimet... so
England now go and get the job done
And bring the trophy back home to England.

(Vincent Gerrard).

YOU'RE GOING ONE-NIL DOWN (To The Tune Of The Jam's Going Underground)

Some people don't think that we've got a chance, gonna lose out to Brazil or France.
In our lifetime never gonna win naff all
Cos we're always cursed by pens and our rotten luck, dodgy goals and woodwork struck.
But this time we can change the pain,
And never feel that way again,
we'll win on pens like we did V Spain. So I'm kneeling here before my time is up, can we please just win just one World Cup!

You're going one-nil down,going one-nil down,
You're playing England c'mon England.
Your going one-nil down, going one-nil down, lets win this one for St George, Queen and country.

All we say is boys do ya best,
But we know you'll stand up to the test.
Cast your fears and all your doubts aside, time to restore all our English pride.
Our three lions, hear the roar,
We'll get back to the top once more.
All of us can unite,
We'll come together for the fight
And use of all our England's might.
So lets get behind our boys this year,
no more waiting no more tears.


la la la la, la la la la,

So now boys when we cross the line,
its time to let our English passion shine,
And from back home you're gonna hear the roar,
English hearts willing us to score!!!


You're going one-nil down, going one-nil down,
You'll never beat our boys beat our boys!!
Your going one-nil down, going one-nil down,
Lets get the ball and give it to Wayne Rooney!
(The artist formely known as St George aka Carl Stobbart).


When the cup was dawning
On an england sunday morning
How I long to be there
Where the teams are wating for us there
Every english player, wants to have a crack
Ain't half as good, as when we send those Frenchies baaaack!

Is this the way to beat the Germans?
Every year we wonder if it's our turn
Dreaming dreams of Becks and Owen, being fit for the Germans.

Show me the way to beat the Germans
Weve all wept over our pillows
Crying over missed penalties
Lets hope for luck in Germany,

(Clap Clap) Ro-oo-oo-oo-oo-oney
(Clap Clap) Ro-oo-oo-oo-oo-oney
Let us win in Germany.
(David Hoy).


I had a dream, if dreams come true
Then Bonny Scotland, would be there too.
But since they're not, I cry a lot, And think of England, who make me stew.

But never fear. We'll get our cheer.
When in the shoot-out, they bag just two.
And Germany score, just one penalty more.
With the last one barely on the goal line too.

And when they're out, they'll hear our shouts, "Bring on Kate Adie, and the rioting lager louts."
(Paul Sweeny).

CHAMPIONS ELECT (to the tune of Little Turtle)

We've got the perfect squad now,
We're gonna lift it up.
We're gonna repeat '66,
We're gonna win the cup.

With Rooney, Lamps and Terry,
With Gerrard, Cole and Becks.
We'll win all games to prove that
We're the Champions Elect.

England, England, England
England, England, England
England, England, England
Champions Elect.
(Ross Baker).


England's coming home, they're coming home, straight from the group stage.
Rooney's bet his house on David Beckham being dead-weight.
Two poor nil-all draws and the last game the decider.
Keep creating chances but they've lost the will to nail it.

England's coming home, they're coming home, but without Sven.
He's off to the Bahamas with his latest bit of totty. Out of contract now, but who is going to hire him?
Had The pick of English footballers, but kept on playing Beckham.

England's coming home, they're coming home, they've been well beaten.
Germany will make the World Cup Final, it's so certain.
Croatia or Brazil to be there too, my money's on it.
But whoever Rooney bets on is going to to have to win it!
(Michael Sandy).


Paul Robinson saves all the shots, he figures out the opposition's plots.
Ashley Cole's a left wing back, you better watch out 'cause he'll give you a whack.
What about Sol, he'll save a goal
And then there's John, He's really strong
Gary Neville plays on the right
I'm telling you now, he'll give you a fright. In left midfield we've got Joe Cole
With a little help he'll get us a goal
What about Gerrard, he's well 'ard
And then we've got Franky Lampard
Beckham the captain on the right,
He'll score free kicks day and night
And up front the youngster Wayne who ain't got fear and can take the pain
The other striker's Michael Owen, Who's quality once he's got goin'
Thats the England world Cup team
You better watch out cos' they're the mean machine.
(Sam Coe).


The whistle starts the game
The team so full of fame
Sven's fingers are crossed
He thinks we've lost
Each player much the same.

The final minutes run
The pitch alight with sun
It's still nil-nil
But score we will
Before the end has come.

The ball is up their end
So Beckham kicks a bend
Cole heads it in
Bangs heads with Finn
And celebrates their win!
( Mo Bax).


C'mon England, do us all proud,
Your a top footy nation, with a top footy crowd.
Go and beat the Germans, win it for Sven,
He's been a great manager, I'd give him nine out of ten. Better than Big Phil,
Better than Jurgen,
Come on England,
Beat those Germans!

We got Becks and we got Cole,
We got Rooney to stick it in the goal.
We got Gerrard and his 40 yarders
Terry in defence, who's gonna get past us?



A wake up call reminding us we're still alive
The Ashes summer made our whole 2005
Freddie smashed, and Kevin hit us over the winning line
We got a taste, now we want more; it's World Cup Time.
(Shout it out, right about now)

It's World Cup Time and I feel much better now
We'll laugh and we'll cry
It's World Cup Time and I feel much better, much better now.

Imitating David Beckham in the park
In the pubs we're picking England's team apart
We lap it up then we swallow it up with lager or wine
We pull our hair, and we chew our nails, it's World Cup Time.
(Shout it out, right about now).


Broken dreams and broken metatarsal bones
Dodgy refs and f-f-fluky Ronaldinho penalties and a cheeky little Argentine
But that was then, and this is now, it's World Cup Time
(Shout it out, right about now).

(The Four Four Twos).


All we need is
All we need is

We'll all be sat glued to our big TVs
Hoping for a good ref for the Portuguese
This time we're going past the semis
It's En-ger-land in Germany.


Bring on the Germans from penalties
It's about time we beat the Swedes
We'll show Brazil we can keep a lead
This time it's En-ger-land in Germany.

It's about time
It's about time
It's about time
It's about...

EN ---- GER ----- LAND IN ------ GER ----- MANY

Its 'O6 and time for Joe Cole's tricks
Beckham's new hairdo....he's lining up free kicks
John Terry "Butcher" and Rooney's fancy flicks
It's our best chance since 1966.

EN ---- GER ----- LAND IN ------ GER ----- MANY

It's about time
It's about time
It's about time
It's about...

All We Need is Rooney and Gerrard
Beckham and Lampard
Terry and Rio
All We Need is Neville and Owen
Joe Cole and Robbo
Ledley and Defoe.
(The Supply Teachers).


We're back - we're back - we're back to show the world.
We can play- we can play the neatest Football.
We're lean, we're mean, we're better than anyone.
This time we're gonnaż bring Jules Rimet, back home where he belongs.
England, the true home of football!
England, the place where it was born.
And we promise this time the England squad with Sven.
Won't let England down.

This time we've got the players who can play the ball.
The rest shouldn't even bother to travel to Germany at all.
Unless it's for a holiday- just to see the sights.
And the best one of those will be England's Shearer delight.


The world will soon be in football mourning, except for England.
And a new name will be joining the England squad, his name "Jules Rimet".

(Gerry McArder).


Jackie Charlton,
Bobby Moore,
Are proof that it's been done before.

Martin Peters,
Geoffrey Hurst,
Have shown that England aren't the worst.

But that was 40 years ago,
And what have England had to show,
Except disappointment through the years, And memories of Gazza's tears.

So here we go again,
Another tournament,
Well I'm hell bent,
I'm not going through all that again.


Coz I'm fed up with England going out the cup on penalties,
And I'm fed up with pundits telling me that we were unlucky,
It's always oh so near yet oh so far,
Let's make a difference in Germany,
So come on come on England, And win the cup for me.

Darius Vassell was the latest,
To show our spot kicks aren't the greatest,
Chrissy Waddle and Stuart Pearce,
Have had grown men reduced to tears,
And I'm not going down the pub, To watch another shoot out b******* up,
So come on Sven the way to win it, Just score more goals in 90 minutes.

Here we go again,
Another tournament,
And I'm hell bent,
I'm not going through all that again.

(Rich Uncle Skeleton).


Night or Day, Home or Away
We Never Miss (Na Na Na Na)
Every Game, Sun or Rain
With Just one Wish (Na Na Na Na)
All the Lad's, St Georges flags
Sing Along (Na Na Na Na)
Victory's our Destiny
We Can't go Wrong (Na Na Na)

This will be the year
We lift the cup and cheer

Stand up 4 EN- GER-LAND (WOH OH)
If you love EN- GER-LAND (WOH OH)
Stand up 4 EN- GER-LAND.

England's pride, Side by Side
What a sight (Na Na Na Na)
In the stand, the England fans
In red and white (Na Na Na Na)
All the Crowd, singing loud
One for all, (Na Na Na Na)
On our feet, out of our seats
We're standing tall (Na Na Na Na).

This will be the year
We lift the cup and cheer.

CHORUS (to fade)

ROONEY TOP OF THE CLASS! (feat ticket tout Terry)

The rush is on to buy fake tickets,
This ain't the Aussies and all those wickets.
We're talking about England, the team of heroes,V Ticket tout Terry gonna add them zeros.
So the rush is on - get in there first
Special websites deal with whetted thirst.
Breathe in England it's now time to shimmer,
I sense good vibes there's only one winner. It's Fifa of course - with new regulations, cutting edge microchips - congratulations.
Is the jury still out? And do the threats remain?
Least Terry's back home - he's been gifted a brain.

So what about England and their chances?
Can we expect more than just cheers and dances?
On paper it looks good, but what about grass?
One word for the nation - "Rooney" - He's top of the class!
(Andy Barry).


I wake up every morning, I stumble out of bed
Crouchy, Rooney, Owen are always in my head
It seems to last forever, and time goes slowly by
Till dave and me's together, then lions fly.

'Cause the moment that is with me, time to take a flight
England, Holland tickets everything's all right
Full-time is the right time that we will love
When David Beckham takes both hands And lifts the Worrr...ld Cup.


My England's on the road again
Lampard, Gerrard, Joe Cole and Sven
They'll take the World Cup home again
To find us waiting for them.

repeat CHORUS:

He puts through to Rooney who pushes it pass Veron
He goes slowly past him sees the goal in front
Only when he hits it I catch alight
Only when he hits it makes me feel all right.


All day I think of it, dreamin' of them constantly
I'm crazy mad for them - they're the only team for me
When they step on the pitch they're ready for the fight
Play all day to earn their pay so we can feel all right.

(By Pete).

Listen to a clip of the England World Cup song

Name On The Cup

Hansen's Eyebrows

The Lions Roar, by Barry Sullivan and Andy Mudd

What's The Bobby Moore?

We Are England, by Jim Lines

All The Way, by Ken Harris

England Boyz, by Steve Addison

En-ger-land, by Justin Cunningham

Win It For The Queen, by Mr Cornelius

That World Cup Song, by The Chavrons

All We Need Is England, by The Supply Teachers

On The Road Again, by Pete

Bring It Back Home

On The Ball, by Chavndave

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