In the borough of Brent the legend is real, stands a two headed monster made of 33,000 tons of steel, and they called her ‘Wembley’.
Whether it’s a hot blooded win or a heartbreaking loss, those three lions proudly play under the wave of St. George’s cross out at Wembley.
Day-ooh Day-oooooh Day-oooooh Day-ohh
Pink Floyd, The Animals and Genesis and The Who without the moon. ELO, INXS, Michael, you left us all to soon, but you climbed those stairs to Wembley.
The Boss, The Stones, the Man in Black, the bitch is back, and Fleetwood Mac, Take That, Bon Jovi. Green Day, I said some shit, but that was the old me.
U2, Oasis, The Foos, The Eagles, Madonna and Muse. Metallica, Viva La Vida, AC/DC,GNR, George Michael stay away from cars… ‘66 the winning team. Freddie Mercury and Queen, I can still hear Freddie sing…
Day-ooh Day-oooooh Day-oooooh Day-ohh
After tonight you’re gonna put another name on that list! Mr. Brightside had you scratching your heads when you heard we were from Vegas? But you were positive it was Sheffield or Camden, but that didn’t matter.
The seed was planted, you took us in like your own, now we’re bound by tradition. My… how we’ve grown. from Dave’s apartment to Wembley…
Singing!
I got soul but I’m not a soldier… Da da da da da… And the decade disappeared like a sinking ship, but we persevere, God gives us hope, but we still fear what we don’t know. The devil’s water and the good old days… Ain’t we all just runaways?