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Bring
it Home (sung to John Denver's
Take Me Home Country Road)...
Wear
those shirts, make us proud,
The
national anthem, shout
it out loud,
Now
don't settle, for second best,
Use
those silky skills lads, put 'em to the test.
The
World Cup (England!), Bring
it Home (England!),
To
the Place (England!) It belongs (England),
No
more heart ache, and No more fears,
Bring
it Home, to Eng-er-land.
When
the whistle blows, we're all there with you,
The
whole nation, standing there beside you,
Grit,
determination, passion overflowing,
With
each game that you win, our hearts they are growing.
All
our memories, of past failure,
Are
disappearing, getting fainter,
Our
hopes and dreams, are coming true,
'cos
of you boys, in the red, white and blue.
Take
the applause lads, all eleven,
You're
our religion, and we're in heaven,
You've
won the cup, now hold it to the sky,
A
proud nation standing, tear drops in our eyes.
Na,
Na, Na (England!), Na, Na, Na (England!),
Na,
Na, Na (England!) Na, Na, Na (England),
No
more heart ache, and No more fears,
Bring
it Home, to Eng-er-land.
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