James McClean

James McClean
He walks into the stadium
To compete with the best
But he's greeted with hatred
All because of his vest
He would wear one for soldiers
Who died in the world wars
But won't wear one for killers
Who kicked in Irish doors
CHORUS
James Mcclean, sing it loud now
Sing it proud now, on the ball now
We must commend his bravery
He stands up to the mob
A mob so proud of slavery
A right given by god
Even the British legion
They support his brave stance
Still you scream from the terrace
Will you stop being kants
I'll stand up. I'll stand up, I'll stand up yeah