I think it's bad news for the English game,
we're not creative enough, and we're not positive enough.
It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming, Football's coming home...
(We'll go on getting bad results, 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...
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.
(England have done it, in the last minute of extra time.
What a save, good old England, England who couldn't play football,
England have got it in the bag)
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...
(England have done it)
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...
Three Lions on a shirt,
Jules Rimet still gleaming,
thirty years of hurt,
never stopped me dreaming.