"Elvis, the atmosphere's bobbins
Grab that tambourine"
"Alright dad, let's kick a good beat"

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Ooh, we got a corner
Ooh, we got a corner

Down at some foreign ground
The England fans look around
All seems lost, the end seems nigh
'Til a little old man starts to cry

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Ooh, we got a corner
Ooh, we got a corner

A fight breaks out in the England end
A policeman comes to apprehend
Grandad tells him with a giggle
His meat pie's not cooked in the middle

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Ooh, we got a corner
Ooh, we got a corner

The faithful fans let out a roar
As England bang in number four
A little old man in a dirty mac
Jumps up on a policeman's back

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Ooh, we got a corner
Ooh, we got a corner

Come on Elvis, sing like the king

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Ooh, we got a corner
Ooh, we got a corner

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal

Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us a goal

"Why can't you just sing like the King?"
"It's not for want of trying, dad"
"No wonder my wee smells of sugarpuffs
The stress I'm under
Quick, give us that gun"

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Andy Wilkinson, Archie Kelly, Dave Newton, Martin Coogan