Dan Bull - Four Tigers lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Four Tigers lyrics]
It's Terry Bull
Necking bevies 'til my belly's very full
I let it all hang out innit incredible?
This ain't a sports tournament
It's a festival to see how many people we
Can turn into vegetables it's not a game
For me it's something sexual
I've never kicked a ball
Except for some testicles
So I hope you know a medical professional
'Cause, I'm looking for somebody to deck
And you're eligible
A dodgy fucker, call me Terry Venables
I put an end to more
Bloody cunts than the menopause
Wrecking your heart no, not a chance
I'll break you down like
Chrouchies' robot dance
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
Oi
Be quiet, never mind three lions on my shirt
I've got four tigers and a bottle opener
I'm hoping that this year we'll be lucky
But, I know we won't really
So I bet against us at the bookies
And if I win, I spend it all on beer
It costs lots of dosh to get hammered
That's good auctioneer
Every four years I brought beers
And supported my sporting peers
With roars and cheers
Even Gazza couldn't cry more tears
When the other side score
I'm like "Oh dear!"
When the game's on Radio 5, you'll see
I'm like Wayne Rooney's face, I'm all ears
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
We're from the place where the players
Play in shirts and skin
It's taking part that counts
But it wouldn't hurt to win
But when we talk about shirts and skins
We mean skinheads
Ben Sherman shirts and things
Balls are gonna get swiftly kicked
Right back to 1966
Although I don't condone hooliganism
Listen, I'm an Englishman
I drink tea and eat crumpets
But when I see a foreigners' face
I have to thump it
British brawlers are broader than drunkeds
So you'll get kicked more than the
Big bit on a drum kit
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
Barmy Army! Barmy Army!
We're forty folks with bigger tummies
Than a bloody dance team
George Best, Bobby Charlton, Jimmy Greaves
We've had some flippin' wicked people
In the English leagues
John Terry, Gareth Barry, Leighton Baines
Aaron Lennon, Darren Bent, and David James
Ashley and Joe Cole, Glen and Adam Johnson
Think we haven't got a chance?
Then you're chatting nonsense
Down to South Africa, we fracking batter ya
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
Necking bevies 'til my belly's very full
I let it all hang out innit incredible?
This ain't a sports tournament
It's a festival to see how many people we
Can turn into vegetables it's not a game
For me it's something sexual
I've never kicked a ball
Except for some testicles
So I hope you know a medical professional
'Cause, I'm looking for somebody to deck
And you're eligible
A dodgy fucker, call me Terry Venables
I put an end to more
Bloody cunts than the menopause
Wrecking your heart no, not a chance
I'll break you down like
Chrouchies' robot dance
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
Oi
Be quiet, never mind three lions on my shirt
I've got four tigers and a bottle opener
I'm hoping that this year we'll be lucky
But, I know we won't really
So I bet against us at the bookies
And if I win, I spend it all on beer
It costs lots of dosh to get hammered
That's good auctioneer
Every four years I brought beers
And supported my sporting peers
With roars and cheers
Even Gazza couldn't cry more tears
When the other side score
I'm like "Oh dear!"
When the game's on Radio 5, you'll see
I'm like Wayne Rooney's face, I'm all ears
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
We're from the place where the players
Play in shirts and skin
It's taking part that counts
But it wouldn't hurt to win
But when we talk about shirts and skins
We mean skinheads
Ben Sherman shirts and things
Balls are gonna get swiftly kicked
Right back to 1966
Although I don't condone hooliganism
Listen, I'm an Englishman
I drink tea and eat crumpets
But when I see a foreigners' face
I have to thump it
British brawlers are broader than drunkeds
So you'll get kicked more than the
Big bit on a drum kit
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!
Barmy Army! Barmy Army!
We're forty folks with bigger tummies
Than a bloody dance team
George Best, Bobby Charlton, Jimmy Greaves
We've had some flippin' wicked people
In the English leagues
John Terry, Gareth Barry, Leighton Baines
Aaron Lennon, Darren Bent, and David James
Ashley and Joe Cole, Glen and Adam Johnson
Think we haven't got a chance?
Then you're chatting nonsense
Down to South Africa, we fracking batter ya
England, England come on England
E-N-G l a, oh g l a
E-England!