The club with the thorn in its side
Behind the hatred there lies
A bumbling desire (for what)
They tell a pack of lies
And still they don't believe us
After more than a billion spent
Still they can't beat us
And if they can't beat us now
Will they ever, they ever beat us.
Oh oh oh no
The club with the thorn in its side
Behind the hatred there lies a blundering desire (for what)
After ten years straight, behind
And still they don't beat us
And after "not in my lifetime"
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't beat us now
Will they ever defeat us?
And when you want to live
How do you start?
Where do you go?
Not to green and gold
Oh no oh no