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Back in the sixties, we had it all,
we showed a nation how to play the game of football,
one summer evening, you know the score,
we won a trophy held aloft by Bobby Moore
but since that day I must confess,
we haven't seen too much success.
Into the seventies, at Mexico,
we had the Jerry's on the ropes again you know,
we were cruising, 2 nil up,
then Bonetti let in three to lose the world cup.
we must have cried a million tears,
It's been no joke for all these years.
So where did we go wrong?
we can't compete where we don't belong,
In my heart I grieve,
but I still believe.
I was at Wembley, seventy three,
a draw with Poland so we couldn't invade Germany,
our only glory, to beat the Scots,
home internationals were the best that we had got,
those games meant oh so much to me,
but now they're lost in history.
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That Marradonna,
a man without honour,
we flew home early once again.
Since the eighties, too many times,
we got much closer but just couldn't get it right
those three lions, on our shirts,
share the passion never mind how much it hurts,
and every dog must have its day,
our time will come again I pray.
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