(Good old England)
(England that couldn't play football)
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
Everyone seems to know the score
They've seen it all before
They just know, they'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 near's"
Wear you down, through the years
But I still see that tackle by Moore
And when Lineker scored, Bobby's 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 that couldn't play football)
(England have got it in the bag)
Three lions
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
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
(Football!)
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, football's coming home
(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