STICK ‘EWE WORLD CUP WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE

Designer shirts with a big red rose, a bloke called Lawrence who gets up my nose I'd shut ‘em all up, if I could I wish to fuck Clive Woodward would
‘Ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line
‘Ewe can take ‘ewe OBE's and lay ‘em on the grass, stick ‘ewe fuckin' chariots up ‘ewe fuckin' ass
So ‘ewe gotta fuckin' kicker who can drop the odd goal, I'd like to see him do it with my boot up his hole ‘Ewe got a manager who ‘ewe call sir, you've had more fuckin' chariots than fuckin' Ben-Hur
‘Ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line
‘Ewe can take ‘ewe OBE's and lay ‘em on the grass, stick ‘ewe fuckin' chariots up ‘ewe fuckin' ass
The Irish get lucky and the Scots get on ‘ewe, some can't do it without the fuckin' Johnnies, the French have got they cock The Italians got their pasta, when it comes ruckin' the Welsh are fuckin' faster
OH, now ‘ewe won the world cup, buy some fuckin' shirts that fits ‘you, will ‘ewe
You're on the TV, on every back page, I thought it was an ad for help the fuckin' age You're on the fuckin' wireless, you've been in with the queen, and not for the first time from what I fuckin' seen OK, so ‘ewe won, now shut the fuck up, we've had a fuckin' tit-full of ‘ewe and ‘ewe cup ‘Ewe waved ‘ewe flags, toasted ‘ewe chariots, you've even had a roasting from fuckin' Ainsley Harriot
‘Ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line
‘Ewe can take ‘ewe OBE's, lay ‘em on the grass, stick ‘ewe fuckin' chariots up ‘ewe fuckin' ass
‘Ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line
‘Ewe can take ‘ewe OBE's, lay ‘em on the grass, stick ‘ewe fuckin' chariots up ‘ewe fuckin' ass
‘Ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line
‘Ewe can take ‘ewe OBE's, lay ‘em on the grass, and stick ‘ewe fuckin' chariots up ‘ewe fuckin' ass
OH, bring ‘em down our fuckin' streets, see how long they lasts then boy, I'm fuckin' tellin' ‘ewe
OH, FACK OFF