The British Relationship with Europe seen from a European football perspective.
LYRICS:
Oh, Great Britain, perhaps it's time you went
Whatever good will you used to have
Has long ago been spent.
You begged to join our club,
But then you took us all for fools.
Who needs a player on the pitch,
Who questions all the rules?

There's twenty-seven on the team, but you're the special one.
The rest score goals with their feet, you use the hand of God.
You don't agree with throw-ins, you'd scrap the offside trap.
In trying to tell us how to play, you get in such a flap.

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You scorned the players’ union, you've no solidarity.
Whenever we talk of teamwork, you say: "What's in it for me?"
In joint negotiations, your attitude appals;
You're like a grumpy little kid who storms off with the ball.

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When we set up the Euro league, you sat on the sidelines.
Said you'd consider joining, once the risks were left behind.
You criticised the game plan, like you ran the whole damn show.
Then when we hit a crisis, all you said was "Told you so!"

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