Текст песни Hand Ball - THE BUSINESS

3,000 Miles is a long way to go
To be beaten by a dwarf in Mexico
He was a cheat, he didn't give a damn
Couldn't use his head so he used his hand
The ref gave a goal, the blind old sod
And Maradona claimed it's the end of God
So out of the cup, what do you expect
From a poxy little country and a surface reject?
Oooh, argy bargy
Oooh, hanky panky
Oooh, naughty naughty
Oooh, handball!
The British boys in the Mexico sun
Stood their ground as you were on the run
Same old story you always start
But you ain't got the bottle and you ain't got the heart
Oooh, argy bargy
Oooh, hanky panky
Oooh, naughty naughty
Oooh, handball!
We are the English, we play it fair
We lost the cup but we don't care
And everyone knows the final score
But who won the Falklands War?
Oooh, argy bargy
Oooh, hanky panky
Oooh, naughty naughty
Oooh, handball!
2-1, The final score
Who won the Falklands War?
2-1, The final score
Who won the Falklands War?
2-1, The final score
Who won the Falklands War?