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Elvis, The Atmosphere's Bobbins,
Grab That Tambourine.
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Give us a goal
OOH, We Got a Corner!
OOH, We Got a Corner!
Down at some Foreign Ground
The England Fans Look Around
All seems Lost, The end seems Nigh,
Till a Little Old Man Starts to cry
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Give us a goal
OOH, We Got a Corner!
OOH, We Got a Corner!
A fight breaks out in the England end,
A policeman comes to apprehend,
Grandad tells him with a giggle,
His Meat Pie's not cooked in the middle
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Give us a goal
OOH, We Got a Corner!
OOH, We Got a Corner!
The Faithful fans let out a roar
as England bang in no.4
A little old man in a dirty mac jumps up on a policeman's back
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Give us a goal
OOH, We Got a Corner!
OOH, We Got a Corner!
Come on Elvis, Sing like the king!!
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Give us a goal
OOH, We Got a Corner!
OOH, We Got a Corner!
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Meat Pie, Sausage Roll
Come On England,
Give us a goal
Why Can't you just sing like the King
It's not one for trying Dad
No wonder my wee smells of sugarpuffs
the stress i'm under,
QUICK, GIVE US THAT GUN!