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 forgave the blind old sod   And Maradona claimed it was the hand of God   So out of the cup but what you expect   From a poxy little country and a circus reject      Argy-bargy   hanky-panky   naughty naughty   handball      The British boys in the Mexico sun   Stood their ground a   And HareDuke on the run   Same old story you always start   You not got the bottle and you ain't got a heart   And where the English and we play it fair   We lost the Cup but we don't care   Everyone knows the final score   But who won the Falklands war   Two or one a final score   Now on to the Falklands war