It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming ....... home
(Good old England, England who couldn't play football)
It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming, football's coming home (repeat)
Everyone seems to know the score They've seen it all before They just know, tey're so sure That England's gonna throw it away Gonna blow it away but I know they can play Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming All these years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so many sneers But all those oh-so-nears Wear you down through the years But I still see that tackle by Moore And when Lineker scored Bobby belting the ball And Nobby Dancing
Three Lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming All these years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming
(Good old England, England who couldn't play football, England have got it in the bag)
Dreaming!!!
I know that was then But it could be again
It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming, football's coming home (repeat)
One, two, one two three four
Three Lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming All these years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming
It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming home ......