Meat Pie, Sausage Roll

"Elvis, the atmosphere's bobbins Grab that tambourine" "Alright dad, let's kick a good beat" Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal 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 'Til a little old man starts to cry Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal 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 Give us a goal 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 number four A little old man in a dirty mac Jumps up on a policeman's back Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal 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 Give us a goal 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 Give us a goal Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal Meat pie, sausage roll Come on England Give us a goal "Why can't you just sing like the King?" "It's not for want of trying, dad" "No wonder my wee smells of sugarpuffs The stress I'm under Quick, give us that gun"