Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Taking on the locals, every man jack of 'em
Stupid, drunken, gobby toughs
No excuse is good enough
Arrogant, ignorant, insensibly pissed
When you've nothing to prove, you prove it with your fists
This is England's chief export
Football hooligans--an embarrassment to the sport
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