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
  You not got the bottle and you ain't got a heart
  And where the English and we play it fair
  We lost the Cup but we don't care
  Everyone knows the final score
  But who won the Falklands war
  Two or one a final score
  Now on to the Falklands war