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Business The Hardcore Hooligan

YOUR JUST A HOOLIGAN A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN YOU'RE JUST A HOOLIGAN A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN They've taken the game out of our pockets They're filling theirs up

Your tv image sofa and beers Your gobbing off about Brittany Spears Eaton Cambridge they paid for it all You're just a wanker but you think your cool

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

YOUR JUST A HOOLIGAN A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN YOU'RE JUST A HOOLIGAN A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN They've taken the game out of our pockets They're filling theirs

London town is were where from in England Grew up on the streets through anarchy time moved on football was our family its our life its every thing to

There's a handy little firm at the game today Having a laugh for causing trouble on way Rucking on the terraces bundles in the street Fighting for glory

My team jut lost 4 - 1 feeling bad and feeling glum to the pub on a Saturday night 30 minutes later and I feel alright Guinness boys we are here, Oh

Living on the darkside, drinking cheap cyanide spending my money before I get paid doing my best to make ends meet something to eat, something to drink