It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home (We'll go on getting bad results) 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 Thirty years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so many sneers But all those "Oh, so nears" wear you down through the years But I still see that tackle by Moore and when Lineker scored Bobby belting the ball, and Nobby dancing
Three lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming Thirty years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming