Lyrics:

An increment in the score
Those Turks are sunk again
On double bubble with verve
Can anyone tell the difference?
Clinging tight to the back
We think we've got him caught
Tapping into the juice
We think we've got it made

From an acorn to an opal
In lower lands he plays
From a clover at the far dawn
In better times he scores
Better later than never
Intention never dies

A border unit was sneaked
An oxygen-less flight
The dog that bit saved the day
The high-point of the year
The hanging's not on the cards
The future gloom's ensured
The cloud may break or may not
The semi-final end