We got them sweaty goals, yeah, we like to make it hot
Agbonlahor up on the left and on the right we got Walcott
They make your nose drop, they turn you to a real men

500 miles an hour nearly as fast as my Gran

Don't even blink or you're probably gonna miss us

Running rings round you (*##$es and leaving you in stitches
And I'm sorry I really can't stay for all the pictures
Cause I gotta head to your house and see to your misses


We're unbreakable, nobody can match our skills
We're fast as lightning, it's like our players running on wheels

So when we get in the box, we don't shoot, we pass across
And pretend it was a fluke but really it was our plot


And we always scoring goals, we're not effected by the boredom
Hell no, it's not easy even Heskey can't score them
On the wing, we just cross it to the far post

Collecting sweat by the bottle to pour on your mum's roast

Scoring sweaty goals like I'm out of control

And it's running so much I need to wipe my nose
And nobody even knows how I do it
All I know is that every day I keep dripping that fluid, yeah


Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought
You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

Do a barrel roll just to piss about you
You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out


I don't know what else to say
But you gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out
Girl bring those melons here cos you know what this about

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

In my room getting sweaty, fans on full blast

As they see me dripping like Lee Evans on a broadcast
I'm the king of FIFA, my hands are Usain fast
As I rain over these noobs like England weather forecast


Got my black men on the wing, mmmmmm it's finger licking
Got ahead in the 90, now you're left there sitting

Constantly missing whilte I'm constantly hitting
Sweating and betting with EA scripting, I'm winning, ha ha
So you know this game is written yeah all I do is passbacks

Celebrating while holding my really nice !@*%s
Pissing people off with my dirty acts dripping wet
So you know I got that sweaty tax


But I don't care cos all I'm gonna see are just those classy racks
And you know that's a fact

I'm a beast, attacking to the max
No need to get jelly with my tactics failing rarely


Don't hate me and go insane
EA Sports it's in the game
Now watch me score again

As you just complain
Doing stuff that's inhumane
You would think I'm David Blaine

Cos the pitch is my domain
www.noshame and you just can't do a thang
Cos it's all in the game


Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought
You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

Do a barrel roll just to piss about you
You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out
I don't know what else to say

But you gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out
Girl bring those melons here cos you know what this about
You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out