It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming ....... home


(Good old England, England who couldn't play football)

It's coming home, it's coming home

It's coming, football's coming home
(repeat)


Everyone seems to know the score
They've seen it all before
They just know, tey'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-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
All these years of hurt

Never stopped me dreaming

(Good old England, England who couldn't play football,

England have got it in the bag)

Dreaming!!!


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

(repeat)

One, two, 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 ......