When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
When England need to take the lead,
There will be a striker,
Wayne Rooney

And in our hour of darkness,
Who will score a goal for all to see?
We will always answer,
Wayne Rooney!

Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney,
Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney
Stick one in for England
Wayne Rooney

Though he can be quite lary,
We know that his game is ure artistry,
Turning on a sixpence,
Wayne Rooney

So he’s no oil painting,
Not like Johnny Depp or George Clooney,
We Don’t Care, We Love Him
Wayne Rooney

Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney,
Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney
He’s no oil painting
Wayne Rooney
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Gerrard squares on off to Neville,
Gary lifts his head to see,
Charging down the right flank,
Beckham’s free

Beckham’s free, Beckham’s free,
Beckham’s free, Beckham’s free
Charging down the right flank
Beckham’s free

His first touch lets him down,
But then he bends it round, inch perfectly,
And look who’s on the end of it,
Wayne Rooney

Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney,
Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney
Singin’ loud for England
Wayne Rooney

Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney,
Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney
England, England, England,
Wayne Rooney

Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney,
Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney
Rooney, Rooney, Rooney,
Wayne Rooney

He’s a football genius,
And the stage is set for Germany,
Bring us home the World Cup,
Wayne Rooney