Psycho

Psycho, psycho Psycho's coming after you Psycho, psycho What's the lonely forward gonna do? Forest, forest The nature's music to my ears He's the forest number three Never wanted you and me He's a boss man, psycho Stuart Pearce Stuart, king of England Braver with the lion on his chest Stuart, pride of Nottingham We are sure that you are the best A left foot made in heaven A feared team up with Bryan Roy With his tackle on defense Nothing will depend On the one and only pitching boy Psycho Psycho Psycho Psycho Psycho, psycho Psycho's coming after you Psycho, psycho What's the lonely forward gonna do? Forest, forest The nature's music to my ears He's the forest number three Never wanted you and me He's a boss man, psycho Stuart Pearce He's the forest number three Never wanted you and me He's a boss man, psycho Stuart Pearce He's the forest number three Never wanted you and me He's a boss man, psycho Stuart Pearce (Pump, pump, pump, pump) (One nil) (Pass me the European Cup) (Thank you very much) (I'm off home)