Daddy was a preacher in a ship-building town
Momma cooked the meals, and wore a crown because of it
Because of it
Dropped the dreams in the cradle and the crib
Give 'em all to Jesus that's what she did because of it
Because of it
Momma used to play for the national side
I wanna play Wembley before I die
Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup
Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you
In front of you
Brother got bit by a copperhead snake
Never did heal, so he had to fake it all the time
Fake it all the time
Sister didn't like it in the USA
She wanted to go home, but she had to stay because of it
Because of it
Momma used to play for the national side
I wanna play Wembley before I die
Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup
Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you
In front of you
I have a brother like Gary Lineker
Put it past you like salt on vinegar all the time
He'd do it all the time
Another little brother in love with the flag
Thinks he can save the world tonight, I hope he can
Oh Lord, I hope he can
Momma used to play for the national side
I wanna play Wembley before I die
Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup
Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you
In front of you
David Beckham gets the penalty
Now he can see his paparazzi at the door
I was eating salt and vinegar
And Gary Lineker was playing football, scoring goals
Momma used to play for the national side
I wanna play Wembley before I die
Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup
Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you
In front of you
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