I like to be in Afghanistan.

Okay for me in my own Sudan.

I like to be one team Iran.

I like to play in peace when I can.

 

I like to be safe, without war.

Bring it right on, early doors.

I like to play, win, and score.

I like to be welcome on your shore.

 

Bullets for me, not in Hertfordshire.

Jumpers for goalposts, yes in Yorkshire.

No penalty kicks in Shropshire.

I'd clean the boots of Lincolnshire.

 

If you’re all white in Bedfordshire,

then you're alright in Wiltshire.

One look at us in Middlesbrough,

they’ll think twice in Peterborough.

 

No welcome dream for us in England, 

more years of hurt, that’s for sure.

No safe space for us, we're alien, 

England’s sold-out; crammed brim full.