Handball

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
But you ain't got the bottle and you ain't got a heart

Argy-bargy
Hanky-panky
Naughty naughty
Handball

We are the English, we play fair
We lost the Cup, but we don't care
And everyone knows the final score
About who won the Falklands war

Argy-bargy
Hanky-panky
Naughty naughty
Handball

Two to one, final score
Who won the Falklands war?