The name I once treasured with silver and gold, to love locked up in memories with pain I sold.

Tonights not quite the big night,
the Czechs are out of sight; the co-hosts without light.
Tonight is a just another highlight of suspense, for
against poor ole' Austria,
the Germans fight.

The Swiss and Greeks are down,
Sunday the Swede fans frown.
The fate of the World champions and runners up,
now lie on the Dominant Dutch
who stare at the European crown.

The group of life is now the group of death,
the group of death is now the group of life.
Every late goal holds up our beath,
Every match stirs up our strife.

The Spanish and Portguese rejoice
with ecstatic voices gone hoarse.
The Turks and Croats managed to stun themselves,
while the rest don't want end up in history shelves.

Russia and Poland
Both trying to climb out of quick sand.
You don't want to turn your TV too late,
It's the Euro 2008.