Lucky Number Seven

Up and running in London
Come on and feel the noise
Oasis are back, Oasis are back
Time for Wembley’s joys

A blue moon over the capital
A proper Poznań party
Waves of lager crash in the crowd
Every word sang loud and hearty

Bobby Gillespie put it best: it’s a cup final
And you’re all one team
You win and all get to lift the cup
The epitome of the perfect dream

A mission that once seemed impossible
To get the band back together
But with Agent Hunt on hand, if needed
This band will live forever

by Working Class Poet