Lyrics England's Irie - Black Grape, Joe Strummer, Keith Allen

England's Irie

You get, I got goals
You get, I get, the balls
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
England!
Raise a glass, a perfect pass
And dribble around my socks
Check my shirt and drink my shots
And squeeze me in the box
It’s a digital football thing
It’s a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy
We’re going to win the national lottery
E I Adio, I don’t think so
Now it’s time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England’s Irie
England’s Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Hey diddle-diddle, there’s a fella in the middle
And I think he’s pulling my string
My wife’s lactating and I’m spectating
It’s a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy
We’re going to win the national lottery
E I Adio, I don’t think so
Win that ball, head for the goal
Use your stealth, don’t lose control
Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks
Gonna battle hard
Players on a mission, operation no-card
No free kicks or penalties to the opposition
Swift, strong, every old tacticians
Now it’s time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England’s Irie
England’s Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
(England? Well it’s the best kept village in Europe, isn’t it?)
Keep the game on the pitch
Bung it in
England!
Now it’s time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England’s Irie
England’s Irie
Now it’s time filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England’s Irie
England’s Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this