ODE TO THUGGERS

Oh thuggers what are you to do
It aint like when you won 4-2
And englands bobby raised the cup
Of jules rimet champagne to sup

Since 66 its all gone wrong
No more success on pitch or song
Just bitterness and tears and sighs
Excuses whingeing early goodbyes

So where oh where did it go wrong
The squad seemed talented and strong
But always when the moment comes
To fight for country queen and sons

The english fail to make the mark
No beating chests No sense of past
And this alas is where you fail
No chance to lift the holy grail

For fight and honours what you need
Not premiership with endless greed
The seed you seek lies in you soul
Not crying over ungiven goal

And now our little lessons done
From celtic nations who become
The mighty lions when donning shirts
That signify our place of birth

Wales Scotland Ireland too
Can raise the game can see it through
While england fail time after time
Ashamed of the flag of a former time.