Three Lions Ringtones

It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home 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 blow it away But I know they can play 'cause I remember Three lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming 30 years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming So many jokes, so many sneers But all those "oh, so nears" wear you down through the years But I still see that tackle by Moore and when Lineker scored Bobby belting the ball and Nobby dancing Three lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming 30 years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming I know that was then, but it could be again It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home (It's coming home) three lions on a shirt (It's coming home, it's coming) Jules Rimet still gleaming (Football's coming home) (It's coming home) 30 years of hurt (It's coming home, it's coming) never stopped me dreaming (Football's coming home) (It's coming home) three lions on a shirt (It's coming home, it's coming) Jules Rimet still gleaming (Football's coming home) (It's coming home) 30 years of hurt (It's coming home, it's coming) never stopped me dreaming (Football's coming home)

We still believe, we still believe We still believe Its coming home, Its coming home, its coming Footballs coming home Tears for heroes dressed in grey No plans for final day Stay in bed, drift away It could have been all Songs in the street It was nearly complete It was nearly so sweet And now Im singing Three lions on the shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming No more years of hurt No more need for dreaming Talk about football coming home And then one night in Rome We were strong, we had grown And now I see Ince ready for war Gazza good as before Shearer ready to score And Psycho screaming We can dance Nobbys dance We could dance it in France Its coming home, its coming home, Footballs coming home...

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, it's coming home (we'll go on getting bad results, getting bad results) It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home, it's coming home It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home, 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 blow it away But I know they can play 'Cause I remember Three lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming 30 years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming So many jokes, so many sneers But all those oh-so-nears Wear you down through the years But I still see that tackle by Moore And when Lineker scored Bobby belting the ball And Nobby dancing Three lions on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming 30 years of hurt Never stopped me dreaming England has done it in the last minute of extra time What a game Good old England, England can play football England have got it in the bag I know that was then But it could be again It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home, it's coming home It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home, it's coming home (England has done it) It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home, it's coming home It's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home, it's coming home Three lions on a shirt (it's coming home, it's coming) Jules Rimet still gleaming (football's coming home, it's coming home) 30 years of hurt (it's coming home, it's coming) Never stopped me dreaming (football's coming home, it's coming home) Three lions on a shirt (it's coming home, it's coming) Jules Rimet still gleaming (football's coming home, it's coming home) 30 years of hurt (it's coming home, it's coming) Never stopped me dreaming (football's coming home, it's coming home) Three lions on a shirt (it's coming home, it's coming) Jules Rimet still gleaming (football's coming home, it's coming home) 30 years of hurt (it's coming home, it's coming) Never stopped me dreaming (football's coming home, it's coming home)

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like. Church bell clinging on just a trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions

Hungry is my state of mind Bad love left me high and dry World is getting hotter Lead me to the water You know I need some Ah ah would you kill for your own that's how I feel in my bones Aye la la lions going rah rah And you pray you're not prey Everyday, everyday yeah I can't see the world that you want me to see I won't be the man that you want me to be Darkness creeping late at night Knows just how to talk to me when I'm tired Feeding on my weakness Planted in the season when I was so young Would you kill for your own that's how I feel in my bones Aye la la lions going rah rah And you pray you're not prey Everyday, everyday yeah I can't see the world that you want me to see I won't be the man that you want me to be I won't let the devil get over But when the water's boiled up and the pot starts to burn You start to understand the man Oooh, yeah