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Fear and Loathing At The BBCHe's Having A LaughDigital UpdateThe Next Big ThingBook Sales. And Other Stuff.Index World Cup Bluesby Elvis Shackleton - 09:19 on 28 June 2010Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone Prevent Wayne Rooney from barking with a juicy bone Silence the vuvuzelas and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let aeroplanes circle moaning round about Scribbling on the sky the message England are Out Put crepe bows around the stiff necks of the lions Turn down the volume so we can't hear the crying
They had Terry and Upson, Johnson and Cole A flat back four with so many holes They could not handle any ball that was long They thought England would win the World Cup: they were wrong
The stars are not wanted now; go home every one Back to your mansions and villas in the sun You see, Lampard's Lost Goal was not just a fix It's 'cause they'd sold their soul to Satan In Nineteen Sixty-Six Add your comment Please note that whenever you submit something which may be publicly shown on a website you should take care not to make any statements which could be considered defamatory to any person or organisation.
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