England's Irie lyrics by Joe Strummer; Keith Allen and Black Grape

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England's Irie by Joe Strummer; Keith Allen and Black Grapeالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

England's Irie by Joe Strummer; Keith Allen and Black Grape

(Okay, now some of this may sound stupid to some of you guys but I want you to hear me out. Now look, you know different people think about life in different ways. Lawyers think life is a big court room; Doctors probably thinks life is like a big operation; Bus drivers think life is...er...a big bus I guess. Who knows what the hell those guys think. Anyway, I've always thought of life as a big football game...)

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

Writer : SABER, DANNY/UNKNOWN WRITER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing