So sing with me.
Chorus:
Don't cry for trounced Argentina
The truth is they played like crap
All through the ball game
Their sad performance
They'll mourn their existence
And as for fortune, and as for fame
The German's invited them in
Now the world has seen they have got what it takes
It's not an illusion
They are the force they promised to be
The talent was here all the time
I love them and you'll love them too!
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