They said we’d never make the trip
Along came Sven to steer the ship
Injury time deep we win a free kick
Golden balls scores with the final kick
The group of death they put us in
They said that not a game you’ll win
Well we reached the quarterfinal
Losing to Brazilian’s inspirational
We will be back in four years’ time
To great new heights we will climb
Our place at the top we will regain
And we will win the world cup again
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