Oh, say, can you hear, those three lions as they roar?
The American eagle flies away as we score.
Bob Bradley the coach hangs his head in deep shame,
Cos we win just to prove we invented the game.
For Mike and his Dad, things are gonna go bad,
Cos they’ll lose at this game with no helmets or pads.
So sing for that Saint George’s banner my braves,
Though there’s oil in the sea, England still rule the waves!