Us: This is it, what a blast, in the final at last We're a dream of a team, we're just totally excited What a thrill, twenty-nil, we'll go in for the kill On a roll for a goal we could take on Man United
Them: Try a pass, shift your arse, come on show us some class Get stuck in, play to win 'til the very final minute Knock it back, then attack, come on lads it's a crack If in doubt, kick it out 'cos we're really going to win it
John: Oh what a lovely little move I would say This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day Must be on some sort of potion
He doesn't need any other men, what a run Let's take a look at that move again, just for fun This time let's watch in slow motion Boys: Oh what a lovely little move I would say This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day Must be on some sort of potion
We're the team that rocks We're the dog's bollocks
Bernadette: Ginger's got the ball! Come on, Ginger!
Father O'Donnell: Give 'em your snarl, lad!
Crowd: You fat bastard, you're rubbish You ginger git, look his gut's double size What a useless tub, what a lard arse Christ, now we know who ate all of the pies
He goes in for the kill and he makes it one-nil What a fabulous goal, it enraptures the soul The boy's magic
Father O'Donnell: My God this looks tense They've got past our defence Slide in low, on the toe, get stuck in, have a go Risk a booking Bring him down on the ground, don't just piddle around Chance your luck, chop him up You can see that the ref's not looking
Thomas: I clearly played straight for the ball, did you see? That dozy prat took a fall right in front of me Any sane ref would agree it
Ref: Out comes the book and a red card, off you go You like to think that you're so dead hard, now you know They get a direct free kick
All: Take the hero's role Score the winning goal!
Boys: Green is the colour, Soccer the game Score a thousand more for The boys in green, the emerald team We're bloody magic Just fucking magic