I think it's bad news for the English game We're not creative enough, we're not positive enough It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming, football's coming home We'll go on getting back, on getting back 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 gonna throw it away Gonna throw it away But I know they can play Cos I remember three lines on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming Thirty years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming So many jokes, so many sneers But all those are so near It's weighing down through the years But I still see that tackle by Moore And when Lineker scored, Bobby Belt in the ball And no big doubts in three lines 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 home Football's coming home It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming, football's coming home It's coming, football's coming home It's coming, football's coming home It's coming, three lines on a shirt It's coming, shoes where they still gleam It's coming, thirty years of hurt It's coming, never stopping dreaming It's coming, three lines on a shirt It's coming, shoes where they still gleam It's coming, thirty years of hurt It's coming, never stopping dreaming It's coming, three lines on a shirt It's coming, shoes where they still gleam It's coming, thirty years of hurt It's coming, never stopping dreaming It's coming, thirty years of hurt It's coming, never stopping dreaming