Oh we're all going to Germany for the Cup
Oh we're all going to Germany for the Cup (yee-ha)
Oh we're all going to Germany, we're all going to Germany
Oh we're all going to Germany for the Cup

* Singing ay-yay-yippee-yippee-yay (clap three times)
Singing ay-yay-yippee-yippee-yay (clap three times)
Singing ay-yay-yippee,
the Germans bombed our chippy,
ay-yay-yippee-yippee-yay (clap three times)

Some of us are going on the plane
Others from Dover on the train
A few of us with women
The rest of us are swimming
But we're all gonna get there just the same

We'll be drinking German lager in the pubs
we'll be dancing and singing in the clubs
and there's forty lads from Huyton
who said they won't be fighting
so there won't be any need for boxing gloves

Singing ay-yay-yippee,
the Germans bombed our chippy,
ay-yay-yippee-yippee-yay (clap three times)

Frankfurt, Munich and Berlin
we haven't got a ticket to get in
so we'll take a pick and shovel
and dig a massive trundle
and smuggle through inside a wheelie-bin (hee hee)

Carracher, Rooney and Gerrard
these lads are tough and very hard
and when they're in a battle
they won't shake or tattle
and they won't get a red or yellow card

we'll be taking lots of banners and some flags
there'll be thirty lads with ASBOs wearing tags
and when it's all over, we'll be heading back to Dover
so don't forget the 30, 000 fags

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf.