Tottenham Hotspur
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur
And the Spurs go marching on
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen
And the Spurs go marching on
The pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane
The pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane
The pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane
And the Spurs go marching on
Loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
Loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
Loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
To watch the Spurs go marching on
Come on you Spurs
Come on you Spurs...
We love you Tottenham, we do
We love you Tottenham, we do
We love you Tottenham, we do
Oh, Tottenham we love you
We are Tottenham, we are Tottenham
Super Tottenham, from the Lane
We are Tottenham, Super Tottenham
We are Tottenham, from the Lane
One team in London
There's only one team in London
One team in London
There's only one team in London
Yid Army, Yid Army, Yid Army...
I'm only a poor little Yiddo
I stand at the back of the Shelf
I go to the bar, to buy a lager
And only buy one for myself
And it's Tottenham Hotspur
Tottenham Hotspur FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
Wem-ber-lee, Wem-ber-lee
We're the famous Tottenham Hotspur
And we're going to Wem-ber-lee
Score Tottenham score
Once you get one, you'll get more
We need goals aplenty, so we get to Wembley
So, score Tottenham score
Sing up Tottenham, Sing up Tottenham
Sing up Tottenham...
Well it's a grand old team to play for
It's a grand all team to see
And if you know your history
It's enough to make you hart go whoo-oo-OO-OO
We don't care what the other teams say
What the hell do we care?
For we only know that there's gonna be a show
And the Tottenham Hotspur will be there
I-O I-O
We are the Tottenham boys
I-O I-O
We are the Tottenham boys
If you are an Arsenal fan
Surrender or you'll die
We will follow the Tottenham
Oh when the Spurs, go marching in
Oh when the Spurs, go marching in
I wanna be in that number
Oh when the Spurs go marching in
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh how fun it is to see Tottenham win away, hey...
Paul Gascoigne, Gascoigne
He's done his country proud
We'll sing his name out loud
Paul Gascoigne, Gascoigne
Paul Gascoigne, Gascoigne
He won't be home for tea
He's going to Italy
Paul Gascoigne, Gascoigne
Three black gooners standing in the wall
Three black gooners standing in the wall
And if one Paul Gascoigne should bend it round the wall
There'll be one sick Seaman standing in the goal
Ooh-aah, Lineker
I said, ooh-aah Lineker
We're so broke it's unbelievable...
(Sung at the 1991 FA Cup Final)
I love Erik the Viking
And Erik the Viking loves me
I love Erik the Viiiiking
And Erik the Viking loves me
(also sung to Steffen Iversen)
Somebody give me a
Y
I
D
I
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What have you got
YIDIO, YIDIO, YIDIO, YIDIO
All the Man Utd fans they went to see the Pope
All the Man Utd fans they went to see the Pope
All the Man Utd fans they went to see the Pope
And this is what he said, FUCK OFF
You only sing when you're farming
Sing when you're farming
You only sing when you're farming
(Sung to Norwich/Ipswich fans)
Chim chiminee, chim chiminee
Chim churoo
Jurgen was a German
But now he's a Jew
Sit down, if you're boring farts
Sit down, if you're boring farts
(In the West Stand)
Ronny oh Ronny Ronny
Oh Ronny Ronny
Oh Ronny Rosenthal Oi
All the runs that Ronny does are winding
And all the goals that Ronny scores are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
But maybe, are you gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my Rosenthal
De de de de de
Woah Teddy Teddy
Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy Sheringham
You're Spurs and you know you are
You're Spurs and you know you are
Na na na na
Na na na na
Hey hey hey
Chrissie Armstrong
Super Les
Ferdinand
Scores more goals than Sheringham
England's number one
England's England's number one
Tottenham
We want our Tottenham back
We want our Tottenham back
We want our Tottenham back
We're shit and we're sick of it
We're shit and we're sick of it
We're shit and we're sick of it
Say we want Francis out
Say we want Francis out...
We'll support you ever more
We'll support you ever more...
Christian Gross' Blue and White Army
Christian Gross' Blue and White Army...
Who's got a lovely wife
Who's got a lovely wife
Ian Walker, Ian Walker
He's got a lovely wife
You're not fit to wear the shirt
You're not fit to wear the shirt...
He's coming home
He's coming home
He's coming
Klinsmann's coming home
Stand up, if you hate stewards
Stand up, if you hate stewards...
I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see, I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you
He's name is Jose Dominguez
He plays on the wingez
And now he plays for Tottenham
When he walks down the street
All the people he meets
They say, oih little man what's your name
He says my name's Jose Dominguez
Woah Teddy Teddy
Teddy Teddy Teddy misses penalties
Woah Teddy Teddy
He went to Man United and he won fuck all
Teddy, you're gonna win fuck all
You're gonna win fuck all
You're gonna win fuck all
You're gonna win fuck all
Stand up, if you love Tottenham
Stand up, if you love Tottenham...
WE ARE IN THE PAXTON, WE ARE IN THE PAXTON
WE'RE IN THE PAXTON OF THE TOTTENHAM
WE'RE IN THE SHELF SIDE, WE'RE IN THE SHELF SIDE
WE'RE IN THE SHELF SIDE OF THE TOTTENHAM
WE'RE IN THE PARK LANE, WE'RE IN THE PARK LANE
WE'RE IN THE PARK LANE OF THE TOTTENHAM
We're in the West Stand, we're in the West Stand
We're in the West Stand of the Tottenham
Ooh ah David Ginola
Ooh ah David Ginola
Ooh ah David GINOLA...
C'mon c'mon
C'mon c'mon
C'mon c'mon
C'mon Vega!
Chim chiminee, chim chiminee
Chim churoo
Saib was an Arab
But now he's a Jew
You'll never beat Sol Campbell
You'll never beat Sol Campbell...
We've only got two men
We've only got two men...
You can stick George Graham up yer arse
You can stick George Graham up yer arse...
Baardsen, it's just like Campbell in goal
It's just like Campbell in goal
It's just like Campbell in goal
Georgie Graham's Blue and White Army
Georgie Graham's Blue and White Army...
One-Nil to the Tottenham
One-Nil to the Tottenham...
Tottenham, you'll never beat Tottenham...
Sol Campbell, Campbell
He's done his country proud
We'll sing his name out loud
Sol Campbell, Campbell
Georgie, what's the score
Georgie, Georgie, what's the score
Fatty, what's the score
Fatty, Fatty, what's the score
(towards Joe Kinnear)
He's only a poor little Gooner
He stands at the end of the Bank
He watches the reds
The football he dreads
So he ends up having a wank
He's only a poor little Gooner
His face is all tattered and torn
He made me feel sick
So I hit him with a brick
And now he doesn't sing anymore
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what sould I be
Should I be Arsenal, should I be Spurs?
Here's what she said to me:
Wash your mouth out son
And go get your father's gun
We'll shoot the Arsenal scum
Shoot the Arsenal scum !
My old man said be an Arsenal fan
I said fuck off bollocks your a cunt
One yid went to war, went to war with Arsenal,
One yid and his baseball bat went to war with Arsenal.
...
Two yids went to war, went to war with Arsenal,
Two yids, One yid and his baseball bat went to war with Arsenal.
...
Three yids went to war, went to war with Arsenal,
Three Yids, Two yids, One yid and his baseball bat went to war with Arsenal.
...
Four Yids went to war, went to war with Arsenal,
Four Yids, Three Yids, Two yids, One yid and his baseball bat went to war with
Arsenal.
I wanna be a Scuba Diver
AnD I wanna heve a 69er
With the girl that I love the best
Many a night I sucked her breast Fucked her standing
Fucked her lying
But now she's dead
But not forgotten
Dug her up and fucked her rotten
Now you're invited
To White Hart Lane
To have a row
Arsenal
WE HATE ARSENAL AND WE HATE ARSENAL
WE HATE ARSEnAL AND WE HATE ARSENAL
WE HATE ARSENAL AND WE HATE ARSENAL
WE ARE THE ARSENAL HATERS
They're turning Highbury into a public lavatory
They're turning Highbury into a public lavatory
They're turning Highbury into a public lavatory
So we can all piss up the wall
Sing, sing wherever you may be
We beat the Scum at Wem-ber-lee
They scored one, and we scored three
And we went back to Wem-ber-lee
Three-one
We beat the Scum three-one
We beat the Scum three-one
We beat the Scum three-one
You've lost that Double feeling
Ohh, that Double feeling
You've lost that Double feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Oh oh ohhhh
Fuck off, boring Arsenal
Fuck off, boring Arsenal...
Fuck off Arsenal
We hate to say that name
You're the biggest wankers in the game
We are the Tottenham, the pride of the south
We hate the Arsenal, 'cause they are all mouth
We took the North Bank, and that was fuck all
The Tottenham will rise and the Arsenal will fall
Highbury is a library
Highbury is a library
Na na na na
Nayim, from the half-way line
Nayim, from the half-way line...
Who had all the beers
Who had all the beers
Tony Adams, Tony Adams
He had all the beers
Cheer up Tony Adams
Oh what can it mean
To a pissed up donkey
In a shit football team
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh how fun it is to see, Adams put away, Oh!
Where's your donkey gone
Where's ya donkey gone
Snort up Paul Merson
Oh what can it mean
To a cocain dealer
In a shit football team
Hartson is a sheep shagger
Hartson is a sheep shagger
Who's that team they call the Arsenal?
Who's that team the Greeks adore?
They're the girls in red and white
And they are a load of shite
And Ian Wright's mother is a whore
Who's got a big fat wife
Who's got a big fat wife
Ian Wright, Ian Wright
He's got a big fat wife
Who's got an ugly wife
Who's got an ugly wife
Ian Wright, Ian Wright
He's got an ugly wife
Ian Wank, Wank, Wank
Ian Wank, Wank, Wank
Ian Wright is illegitimate
He ain't got no birth certificate
He's got aids and can't get rid of it
He's an Arsenal bastard
When I was a little boy
My mother bought me a brand new toy
Ian Wright on a string
She told me to kick his fucking head in
Fucking head in
Fucking head in
She told me to kick his fucking head in
Don't bend down when Wenger's around
'cause you might get a willy up your Arse
He had the cheek to call us deer
then we found out that he was a Queer
He dillies, he dallies, he doesn't like the fannies
all he really wants is a big fat hairy Arse
So don't bend down when Wenger's around
'cause you might get a willy up your Arse
Who likes little boys?
Who likes little boys?
Arsene Wenger, Arsene Wenger
He likes little boys
Knees up Arsene Wenger
Knees up Arsene Wenger
Under the table you must go
E eye E eye E eye O
But if he sees you bending
You will get a nasty shock
For down will come his trousers
And up will go his cock
Fuck off Arsene Wenger
Oh what can it mean
To a French homosexual
In a shit football team
Oi Wenger
Leave those kids alone
There's only one Arsene Wenger
One Arsene Wenger
With a packet of sweets and a cheeky smile
Wenger is a fucking paedophile
Stand up, if you hate the Scum
Stand up, if you hate the Scum...
Stand up, if you hate the Arse
Stand up, if you hate the Arse...
Stand up, if you hate Arsenal
Stand up, if you hate Arsenal...
Ten men
We only had ten men
We only had ten men
We only had ten men
Wenger's a paedophile
Leave those kids alone
If you're standing on a corner
With a red scarf around your neck
Tottenham boys will come and get you
And we'll break your fucking neck
They came to the Tottenham in 75
To the Paxton, The Park Lane
And to the Shelf side
But the Tottenham were many
And many to ruck
And the shit of North London
Got battered to fuck
Who's that lying on the runway
Who's that dying in the snow
It's Matt Busby and the boys
Making all the fucking noise
'Cos they cannot get their aeroplane to go
Fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all
United, West Ham and Millwall
'Cos we are the Tottenham
And we are the best
We are the Tottenham
So fuck the rest
Go down pub
Drink 10 pints
Get fucking plastered
Go back home
Beat up wife
Dirty Northern Bastards
We are the Tottenham, the pride of the south
We hate the Arsenal, 'cause they are all mouth
We took the North Bank, and that was fuck all
The Tottenham will rise and the Arsenal will fall
My old man said be an Arsenal fan
I said fuck off bollocks, you're a cunt
We took the North Bank in half a minute
We took the shed with the Chelsea in it
We hammered the Hammers
With carving knives and spanner
We taught the Millwall how to fight
So you won't take the Shelf side with Tottenham in it
'Cos the Tottenham fight all night
Come with me and have a cup of tea
In Don Howe's back garden
Kick him in the head
Until the bastard's dead
With a size ten Doctor Marten
United got the Stretford End
Liverpool got the Kop
But the Tottenham on the motorway
We took the fucking lot
Lalalala, lalalala etc
In your Manchester slums
In your Manchester slums
You look in the dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead rat and think it's a treat
In your Manchester slums
Herry Roberts is our friend
Is our friend
Is our friend
Harry Roberts is our friend
He kills coppers
Let him out to kill some more
Kill some more
Kill some more
Harry Roberts
It's a long way to Seven Sisters
It's a long way to run
It's a long way to Seven Sister
It's a long, long way to run
You're going home in a London Ambulance...
Every Gunner is a runner
Lalalalalalala (etc)
I'm forever throwing bottles
Pretty bottles in the air
They fly so high
They reach the sky
Then like West Ham
They fade and die
Arsenal always running
Chelsea running too
Tottenham always running
We're running after you
At Oldham Athletis I've often been told
That the team to remember, the team to recall
Are the great Man United the best of them all
They came down to Tottenham in '75
They went in the Park Lane, the Paxton, the side
But the Tottenham were many, too many, too rough
And the grat Man United got battered to fuck
Toodaloo, toodaloo and the man United got battered to fuck
We had joy, we had fun
We had Arsenal on the run
But the fun didn't last
'Cos the bastards run too fast
Chelsea fan, he is dead
A bus run over his head
La la la la la la la la la...
Get out your riot gear
Yids are here
Yids are here
The Yids are back in town
Get your knicklers down...
Power to the Park Lane
Power to the Park Lane
Power to the Park Lane
Power to the Park Lane - right on!
Park Lane, do your job
Park Lane, Park Lane, do your job