It's been forty years since '66
When ol' British Soccer had some kicks
They've been failing every single cup
And they're always ready for a flop
So let my disabuse imbue
Their Sucker Team to loose this year
David Beckham's British Cross Ball Gang

They're David Beckham's British Cross Ball Gang
They're moving up the ball to slow
David Beckham's British Cross Ball Gang
Sit back and watch the field's grass grow
David Beckham's British
David Beckham's British
David Beckham's British Cross Ball Gang

A wonder that they are here
They're really not Brazil
And what a lowbrow audience
Too think the World Cup is for them
Too think the World Cup's theirs

As tradition bids they'll come to blow
And the manager is way too slow
And the keeper barely scrapes along
And you know that something will go wrong
And then it'll be protrude and rude
The one and only British game
From David Beckham's British Cross Ball Gang