Elvis,

the atmosphere's bobbing,

grab that tambourine

Alright Dad,

let's kick a good beat

Intro....

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Down at some foreign ground

the England fans look around

All seems lost the end

seems nigh till a little

old man starts to cry:

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England gi's a goal

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Ooh.... we've got a corner

A fire 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 gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England gi's a goal

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Ooh.... we've got a corner

The faithful fans

let out a roar

as England bang in

number four

A little old man

in a dirty mack

jumps up on a

policeman's back

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England gi's a goal

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Come on Elvis sing

like the king

Sings:

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England,

give us a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England,

give us a goal

Rap:

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Ooh.... we've got a corner

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's a goal

Meat pie sausage roll,

come on England

gi's 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 sugar puffs

the stress I'm under

Quick give us that gun