The country is crying

The team it is out

Now drown out your sorrows

But not like a lout


Don't smash up the streets

Don't jump on the cars

Just sup on some beers

In some nice café bars


Bemoan your bad fortune

And root for the Greeks

To beat the host nation

Twice in four weeks


Spain out in the group stage,

Germany as well

Even the Italians

I mean, what the hell?


Latvians, Russians

Croatians, the Swiss

Were the Bulgarians

Taking the piss?


France in the quarters

The English went too

Both Scandinavians

What? Where? Who?


The Netherlands lost

The semi-final round

And the Cesky Republiky

Crashed to the ground


Portugal at home

In the final, job done

But the Greeks for the title

Was 100-1


Remember at Leicester

That Zagorakis guy

He's in their midfield

He's starting to fly


Ronaldo's quite tricky

The Portugese winger

Many a fullback

Might give him a stinger


There’s a place in Lisbon,

The stadium of light

That's hosting the final

This Sunday night


Go Greeced Lightning

Go do your best

To win against Deco

Figo and the rest


If Greece were to triumph

In Europe this year

I might drink some Ouzo

Instead of my beer

Poetry by Egon

Egon

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