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 going to throw it away,
Gonna blow it away
But I know they can play,
Cos 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
I know that was then
But it could be again
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.
It's coming home,
(Three lions on a shirt,
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming)
(Three lions on a shirt,
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming)
(Three lions on a shirt,
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming)