Текст песни The Business - Handball
The Business - Handball слова песни
3000 miles is a long way to goTo be beaten by a dwarf in MexicoHe was an aged cheat who didn`t give a damnCouldn`t use his head so used his handThey forgave the blind old sodAnd Maradona claimed it was the hand of GodSo out of the cup but what you expectFrom a poxy little country and a circus rejectArgy-bargyhanky-pankynaughty naughtyhandballThe British boys in the Mexico sunStood their ground aAnd HareDuke on the runSame old story you always startYou not got the bottle and you ain`t got a heartAnd where the English and we play it fairWe lost the Cup but we don`t careEveryone knows the final scoreBut who won the Falklands warTwo or one a final scoreNow on to the Falklands war