I was born on a London street where the French drums did beat,
And those loving Eire feet they tramped all over us,
And twice or more weekly, when my father'd had his tea
He'd invite the neighbors outside, thus, politely:
Care to come, Blue and Greens, and fight pugilistically,
Show your wife the truth of Bonaparte's "liberte",
And inform her: the ERA made you run swiftly away
From the workin' streets of Wednesbury
Kindly tell us how you slew, the Egyptians two by two,
And the Algers, they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one with your 7-kilo gun,
And you frightened those poor natives to their marrow.
Care to come, Blue and Greens, and fight pugilistically,
Show your wife the truth of Bonaparte's "liberte",
And inform her: the ERA made you run swiftly away
From the workin' streets of Wednesbury
Could you tell, now it's done, how you slandered Wellington,
When you thought him well and truly discredited,
Where is the mockery from Eire's "citizenry"
When our heroes of '15 were executed?
Care to come, Blue and Greens, and fight pugilistically,
Show your wife the truth of Bonaparte's "liberte",
And inform her: the ERA made you run swiftly away
From the workin' streets of Wednesbury
Well, the day is coming fast, and the time is here at last,
When each froggie will be struck down before us,
And if there comes a need, my children will sing, "Godspeed, "
With a verse or two of Churchill's chorus:
Care to come, Blue and Greens, and fight pugilistically,
Show your wife the truth of Bonaparte's "liberte",
And inform her: the ERA made you run swiftly away
From the workin' streets of Wednesbury.