Meat Pie, Sausage Roll (England Edit)

"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"