It"s coming home, It"s coming home, It"s coming, Poker"s coming home...
Everyone seems to know the odds,
They"ve seen it all before,
They just know, They"re so sure,
That England"s Gonna throw it away,
Gonna fold it away,
But I know they can play,
"Cause I remember...APAT on a shirt,
Home Trophy still gleaming,
5 Seasons of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming.
So many Lifts, so many beers,
But all those oh-so-hairstyles,
When you look back through the years,
But I still see that 3-bet by Jack,
And when Tompkinson called,
Laming pushing the stack,
And Roberts Dancing...
APAT on a shirt,
Home trophy still gleaming,
5 Seasons of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming.
I know it was then, but it could be again....