They're going home
They're going home,
They're going...
The French are going home (x2)
Isn't it great, thank God it's true.
Although they missed Zizou,
It won't do.
They're not through.
The Froggies went and threw it away.
At the end of the day
They forgot how to play
And now we're singing...
Not a sin-gle goal -
Frank Leboeuf still moaning.
Lemerre on the dole,
No more Gallic groaning.
All of your taunts, all of your jeers,
But who is staying here?
You were sh*te,
It was clear.
There's no use blaming,
The referee,
Or the pitch, or Henry
Or Zidane's dodgy knee,
You're just plain rubbish.
Bunch of whingeing tw*ts ,
Team of graceless losers,
Treze-goal my a*se,
Heading down the boozer.
("And here's Rommedahl for Denmark, Rommedahl..
yes! And Denmark
lead the World Champions....
Oh, a dangerous looking attack here for Senegal,
great ball to Diop, who scores! The holders are staring
opening day defeat in the face...
Tomasson for Denmark. Can he finish it off here? He can.
It's Denmark 2 France 0, and the French are going home...)
Their mascot's a hen,
They elected Le Pen.
They're going home,
They're going home,
They're going...
The French are going home] x2 and continue.
Not a single goal -
Frank Leboeuf still moaning.
Lemerre on the dole,
No more Gallic groaning.
Here's another treat...