Handball

Lyrics
3000 miles is a long way to go To be beaten by a dwarf in Mexico He was an aged cheat who didn't give a damn Couldn't use his head so used his hand They forgave the blind old sod And Maradona claimed it was the hand of God So out of the cup but what you expect From a poxy little country and a circus reject Argy-bargy Hanky-panky Naughty naughty Handball The British boys in the Mexico sun Stood their ground a And HareDuke on the run Same old story you always start But you ain't got the bottle and you ain't got a heart Argy-bargy Hanky-panky Naughty naughty Handball We are the English, we play fair We lost the Cup, but we don't care And everyone knows the final score About who won the Falklands war Argy-bargy Hanky-panky Naughty naughty Handball Two to one, final score Who won the Falklands war?
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Credits
- Writers
- Steve Whale
- Mark Brennan