Romantica - The National Side lyrics

Daddy was a preacher in a ship-building town Momma cooked the meals, and wore a crown because of it Because of it Dropped the dreams in the cradle and the crib Give 'em all to Jesus that's what she did because of it Because of it Momma used to play for the national side I wanna play Wembley before I die Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you In front of you Brother got bit by a copperhead snake Never did heal, so he had to fake it all the time Fake it all the time Sister didn't like it in the USA She wanted to go home, but she had to stay because of it Because of it Momma used to play for the national side I wanna play Wembley before I die Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you In front of you I have a brother like Gary Lineker Put it past you like salt on vinegar all the time He'd do it all the time Another little brother in love with the flag Thinks he can save the world tonight, I hope he can Oh Lord, I hope he can Momma used to play for the national side I wanna play Wembley before I die Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you In front of you David Beckham gets the penalty Now he can see his paparazzi at the door I was eating salt and vinegar And Gary Lineker was playing football, scoring goals Momma used to play for the national side I wanna play Wembley before I die Wanna grow up, and win the FA Cup Kiss it on TV, and hold it up in front of you In front of you