It’s tough being an England fan,
Because it never goes to plan.
However much we hope and pray,
It always ends in the same way.
The truth is we’re just not that great,
And youth football is in a state.
We envy all the other sides,
‘Cos their conveyor belts provide.
We’ve lost their respect but won’t admit,
That most of our play is fairly shit.
The Quarter Finals are where we fail,
Where the England train tends to derail.
And yet we always want to believe,
Which makes us seem extremely naive.
As if we haven’t already been here before,
Leaving a championship via the back door.