Now in the World Cup what do we see
Why have all the favorites gone to leave
And so it seems that they're not in there
Yes I am right, they are nowhere
They are nowhere

How come they didn't get this far
How come, 'ven though they had all the stars
Now it seems that they were just full of hot air
And down on the pitch their game wasn't there

Now the French, they can't be seen
And look at who's with them, the Argentines
And everyone now knows that they had to leave
They're not alone
They're not alone

I understand the way you just might feel
Since you might say that all this can't be real
I sense it now the French they cannot sleep
Since they're now on a plane away from here
Away from here

Now the French, they can't be seen
And look at who's with them, the Argentines
And everyone now knows that they had to leave
They're not alone
They're not alone

They're not alone
Whoa, oh, ooh, oh

Now they have all been canned
Why, they don't understand
'Cause now to their chagrin
Their campaigns, in the bin
Now they must find a way
To live to 'nother day
Now they have to go home
And then they'll feel their woe

Now the French, they can't be seen
And look at who's with them, the Argentines
And everyone now knows that they had to leave
They're not alone

Now the French, they can't be seen
Because of this the French, they are so peeved
And everyone now knows that they had to leave
They're not alone

Well, now look at what we see
So tell me
Do you believe?