They're going home . . .

Here it is:

They're going home,

They're going home,

They're going...

The French are going home x2

Isn't it great, thank God it's true.

Although they missed Zizou,

It won't do.

They're not through.

The Froggies went and threw it away.

At the end of the day

They forgot how to play

Now we're all singing...

Not a single goal -

Frank Leboeuf still moaning.

Lemerre on the dole,

No more Gallic groaning.

All of your taunts, all of your jeers, But who is staying here?

You were sh*te,

And it's clear.

There's no use blaming

The referee,

Or the pitch, or Henry,

Or Zidane's dodgy knee,

You're just plain rubbish.

Bunch of whingeing tw*ts ,

Team of graceless losers,

Treze-goal my a*se,

Heading down the boozer.

("And here's Rommedahl for Denmark, Rommedahl.. yes! And Denmark lead the

World Champions.... Oh, a dangerous looking attack here for Senegal, great

ball to Diop, who scores! The holders are staring opening day defeat in

the face... Tomasson for Denmark. Can he finish it off here? He can. It's

Denmark 2 France 0, and the French are going home...)

Their mascot's a hen,

They elected Le Pen.

They're going home, They're going home, They're going... > >The French

are

going home x2 and continue.

Not a single goal -

Frank Leboeuf still moaning.

Lemerre on the dole,

No more Gallic groaning.