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We are Tottenham
Super Tottenham,
from the Lane
We are Tottenham
Super Tottenham,
from the Lane
Oh, Tottenham we
love you
My Eyes have
seen the Glory of the cups at
My Eyes have
seen the Glory of the cups at
Glory Glory Tottenham
Hotspur
Glory Glory
Tottenham Hotspur
Glory Glory
Tottenham Hotspur
And if you are
an Arsenal fan
My only
Tottenham,
You make me
happy when skies are grey
Oh how fun it is
to see Tottenham win away
Cos we are the
Tottenham, And we are the best,
We are the
Tottenham, So fuck all the rest
When you get
one, you'll get more
We need goals
aplenty, so we get to Wembley
So, score
Tottenham score
Yid – I – Oh!
Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh!
If you love
Tottenham,
Stand up,
If you love
Tottenham. .
Is wonderful,
Oh Tottenham, is
wonderful
Its full of
tits, fanny and Tottenham
Oh Tottenham, is
wonderful
Over land and
sea (and
We will follow
the Tottenham, on to victory
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(Song of the 81/82
season when Spurs chased trophies on 4 fronts)
We lost the Milk
cup at Wem-ber-ley,
But we’ll be
back to win the other three,
And we’ll go
down in History
It's up to you,
the Lilywhites, to live up to your name
Oh there's other
teams from other towns and some are great and small
The famous
Tottenham Hotspur are the greatest of them all
I stand at the
back of the Shelf
I go to the bar,
to buy a lager
And only buy one
for myself
If they don’t
mean what they say…………..
Garth Crooks scored the winner then the kop began to sink
we're the famous Tottenham Hotspur and we're going to Real Madrid
to watch the Spurs go marching on
Glory Glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory Glory......................................
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm findin' 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 goin'
through
I just can't smile without you
You came along just like a song
And brightened my day
Who'da believed that you were part
of a dream?
Now it all seems light years away
And now you know I can't smile
without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm findin' 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 goin'
through
I just can't smile without you
Now some people say happiness takes
so very long to find
Well I'm finding it hard leavin'
your love behind me
And you see I can't smile without
you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm findin' it hard to do anything
You see I feel glad when you're glad
I feel sad when you're sad
If you only knew what I'm goin'
through
I just can't smile without you..
¯ ¯ 
Tottenham Player Songs
Bring your vodka
and yer Charlie
Nourridene Naybet
He comes from
Whoo-ah Naybet,
Whoo-ah
And number 2 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 3 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 4 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 5 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 6 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 7 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 8 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 9 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 10 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 11 is
Robbie Keane,
And number 12 is
Robbie Keane…..
We all dream of
a team of Robbie Keane’s, a team of Robbie Keane’s, a team of Robbie Keane’s,
We all dream of a team of Robbie Keane’s, a team of Robbie Keane’s, a team of
Robbie Keane’s
You can stick
your Sol Campbell up your Arse,
You can stick
your Sol Campbell,
You can stick
your Sol Campbell,
Stick your Sol
Campbell up your Arse singing we’ve got Ledley at the back
Singing we’ve
got Ledley at the back,
Singing we’ve
got Ledley,
We’ve got
Ledley,
We’ve got Ledley
at the back.
He plays like a fackin
loon
Atooooooooooooooooouba
whoaah
Atooooooooooooooooouba
whoaahor
In out, in out,
you shake it all about,
You do the
Atouba and you turn around,
That's what it's
all about...
Ohhwooahh
Thimothee Atouba, ohhwooahh Thimothee Atouba...
Noé Pamarot
(tune 2Unlimited's "there's no limits")
Pamarot,Pamarot
he's a f**king big yiddo
Playing down the
right he's very very frightening meeee
He's a yiddo
(he's a yiddo)
He's a yiddo
(he's a yiddo)
He's a yiddo
Pamarot - magnificooooooooo
He's just a
French boy bought by Santini
One of the new
boys in the yid family
Taking the place
of the sulking paddy
Wingers come
wingers go, get kicked by Pamarot
Oi scousers!
Noé, he even scores us goals - Pamarot
Oi scousers! He
even scores us goals - Pamarot
Oi scousers! He
even scores us goals - Pamarot
Will not let you
go Pamarot
Will not let you
go Pamarot
Noé,Noé,Noé,Noé,Noé,Noé,Noé
Super
yiddo,super yiddo,super yiddo Pamarot
Frank Arnesen
has a right back put aside for me,for me,for meeeeeee
(tune Bohemian Rhapsody)
Jermain Defoe, he
is a yido, Jermain Defoe, he is a yido,
Hoddle is the
King of White Hart Lane
Glenn Hoddle’s
Blue and White Army
Glenn Hoddle’s
Blue and White Army
Hoddle is better
than Rixy
Stevie Stevie
Perryman
When Steve, goes
up to lift the FA Cup
We’ll be there,
We’ll be there
She wears a
wonder bra,
and when she's
shagging Beckham,
She thinks of
Ginola
You're Spurs and
you know you are
Gary Mabbutt
When Mabbs, goes
up to lift the FA Cup
We’ll be there,
We’ll be there
Nice one son,
Nice one Cyril,
Lets have
another one
Nicola Berti
I'm aged around thirty
I come from a team in
When I walk down the street
All the people I meet
They say, Hey gorgeous, what's your name
My name's Nicola Berti
Steve Archibald
Tony Galvin
Tony Galvin,
Tony Galvin on
the wing
Teddy Sheringham
Teddy Teddy
Teddy Teddy Sheringham
Ronnie Rosenthal
Ronnie Ronnie,
Ronnie Ronnie,
Ronnie Ronnie
Rosenthal Oi,
And all the goals that Ronnie 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
Na na na na,
Hey hey hey
Chrissie
Armstrong
Erik Thorsvedt
I love Erik the Viiiiking and Erik the Viking loves me
Only one Sergei
Rebrov
Walking along,
singing a song
Walking in a
Rebrov Wonderland
Andy Booth
We’ve got Andy
Booth,
We’ve got Andy,
We’ve got Andy,
We’ve got Andy
Booth,
Andy Andy Andy
Booth
Ramon Vega
Ramon Ramon,
Ramon Ramon, Vega
(Come on Come on – Gary Glitter)
Oooh Tim
Sherwood, Oooh
He comes from
Borehamwood
He’s not very
fucking good
Oooh Tim
Sherwood, Oooh
Harry Redknapp
To the tune of
only fools and horses...
Don’t pay his
Tax or VAT
buys players
back, at a sky high fee
kept us in, the
prem top 4
EEEEEVEN TAUGHT
OLD PAV TO SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
gooooooooodddd
bless old arrrrrrrry
viiiiiiiva old
arrrrrry
loooooonnnnnggg
live old arry
c'est magnifique
old arry
I said
"Fuck off, bollocks you're a cunt",
We took the
North Bank in half a minute,
We took the Shed
with the
We hammered the
Hammers,
With carving
knifes and spanners,
We taught the
Millwall how to fight,
So I'll never be
a Gunner,
Cos every cunts
a runner,
That’s what I
told my old man
The Tottenham sing the arsenal run away,
And we will fight for ever more because of boxing day.........
We hate the Arsenal, 'cos they are all mouth
We took the North Bank, and that was fuck all
The Tottenham will rise and the Arsenal will fall
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
First it was Nayim, and now Popescu.
Chim Chimeny, Chim Chimeny, Chim, Chim, Cheree,
If I had arse a crow,
I'd fly over Scumbury tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
shit on the
bastards below
Champions
League, yer having a larf
¯He's only a poor little gunner
¯All the Arsenal gather 'round
Around the
Arsenal football ground
And all the
Arsenal they would die
To keep the red
flag flying high
But all you
Arsenal bovver-boys
We know you only
make a noise
And now the time
has come to pass
To stick the red
flag up your arse!
only one Arsene
Wenger
With a packet of
sweets and a cheeky smile
Wenger is a
fucking paedophile
(to The Wall – Pink Floyd)
No baggage stealers in our team,
No lying Judas or cocaine dealers
Wenger leave those kids alone
HEY WENGER,LEAVE THOSE KIDS ALONE,
all in all your just another prick from Arsenal.
Oh what can it mean
To a pissed up donkey
In a shit football team
¯Martin Keown’s got a monkey’s head,
Got a monkey’s
head,
Got a monkey’s
head
Keown, He’s got
a monkey’s head,
He’s got a
monkey’s head,
He’s got a
monkey’s head
¯Is this the way to Amarillo
Thierry Henry’s
biting his pillow
Rsol Campbell’s
f**king his arsehole
and Arsene
Wenger stinks of piss
(the misheard version)
Oh what fun it
is to see,
¯You’re just a murderer, Sunderland,
Sunderland
We beat the scum
3-1
We beat the scum
3-1
We beat the scum
3-1
We beat the scum
at Wem-ber-ley
They got one and
we got three,
And we’re going
back to Wem-ber-ley
Three fat
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
Ohh, that Double
feeling
You've lost that
Double feeling
Now it's gone,
gone, gone
Oh oh ohhhh
Anti Arsenal Songs
We got Graham out
We got Graham
We got Graham
We got Graham out
You can stick George Graham up your arse,
You can stick George Graham,
Stick George
Graham
Stick George Graham up your arse!!!!!!
We’ve got our
Tottenham back
We’ve got our
Tottenham back
Arsenal always
running,
Chelsea running
to,
Tottenham always
running, Cos their running after you
Who put the ball
in the
Arfa Tottenham,
Arfa Tottenham
Who put the ball
in the Chelsea net, Arfa Tottenham
Liverpool/Everton
An ugly scouser
You're only happy
On giro day
Your mum's out stealing
Your dad's drug dealing
So please don't take
My hub caps away
Calm Down, Calm
Down,
With a pen in
your hand
cos you’ll never
get a job,
Sign on Sign on
In your
You look in the
dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead
cat and you think it`s a treat
In your
Small team in
Scotland
You’re just a
small team in Scotland
Savage is a
wanker, la la la,
Savage is a
wanker,
Savage is a
wanker, la la la
He’s got foot
and mouth,
Robbie Savage
Robbie Savage,
He’s got foot
and mouth.
And we're
marching off to war,
We're sending
our soldiers to Wembley Under General Burkinshaw,
We know the
enemy will fear us,
In the battle
coming up,
They won't even get
near us
We're gonna
capture the cup
He's had a dream
for a year or two,
That one day
he's gonna play at Wembley,
Now his dream is
coming true,
Ossie we're
gonna be behind, you,
Altogether man
for man,
We know you're
gonna play a blinder
[Ossie] In de cup
for Totting-ham
Ossie's going to Wembley,
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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….and the Spurs go marching on.
Glory glory
Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory
Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.
Glory glory
Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory
Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.
Come on you
Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it like we did last year,
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it like we did last year
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it again,
We won't give it
up,
We’re gonna
bring the cup,
Back home to
White Hart Lane
Our supporters
never stop at home,
When it comes to
playing football everybody knows,
Tottenham's got
a style of their own,
We hold the cup
that everybody cherishes,
And we won't let
it out of our hands,
We can hear them
singing on the terraces,
We can hear the
voices of our fans
Come on you
Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it like we did last year,
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it like we did last year
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it again,
We won't give it
up,
We’re gonna
bring the cup,
Back home to
White Hart Lane
We'll be
entertaining you oi oi,
And just a touch
of magic that you’re bound to see,
Like when
Ossie’s Dream came true
Stevie can't
wait to hold the cup again,
Won't be
satisfied until it's in his hands,
He'll hold it up
for everyone to see it then,
We'll hear the
voices of our fans
Come on you
Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it like we did last year,
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it like we did last year
Tottenham
Tottenham,
No one can stop
them,
We're gonna do
it again,
We won't give it
up,
We’re gonna
bring the cup,
Back home to
White Hart Lane
Everybody knows
we’re the football connoisseurs……….
We’re off to
Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal,
In the
Now they can’t
do the double down the Arsenal………..
We first won the
cup when the centaury begun………
Jinking Jimmy
Dimmock scored the winner here………..
THE
LILLIES “AND DAVID SEAMEN WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED ABOUT THAT……….” (1991)
…….Mabbutt, fed
it well, Nayim to his left and Samways up ahead. but Lineker uses him by not
using him, good try, he scored………….and David Semen will be very disappointed
about that it seemed to go through his fingers………………..
COCKEREL CHORUS - NICE ONE CYRIL (1972)
Nice one Cyril,
lets have another one
Tip top Tottenham Hotspur, raise your glasses and give them a cheer
Horray for the double, and let's live it up
One drink for the league, and another one for the cup
Now those Spurs are in heaven, it's White Hart Lane's happy day
They've made it at Wembley, they've climbed to the heights
History will honour those brave Lilywhites
Mackay and Norman and Danny made those rafters ring
The Jones boy and Dyson on the wings how they flew
With Smith, White and Allen, how they slammed wonder goals through
Saul and Marchi and Medwin are all on the role of fame
Just one more tribute, so now let us call
On Mister Bill Nicholson,
For making this
year the Spurs' happiest year of all
Tottenham Hotspur, the best you've ever seen
Tottenham Hotspur, come and watch us play
Tottenham Hotspur, we're winning all the way
Sing, shout, let's call out
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur
Tottenham Hotspur, our aim's to win the cup
Tottenham Hotspur, the game we search for fame
Tottenham Hotspur, here at White Hart Lane
Sing, shout, let's call out
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur
We're on our own, the best team of the game
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur is our name
Tottenham Hotspur, football is our game
Tottenham Hotspur, we want you all to see
Tottenham Hotspur, our trail to victory
Sing, shout, let's call out
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur
Although we're few in number, we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessey Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessey Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand
They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with an Irish band!"
Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen
There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland
But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
That's MacNamara
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
And he's charming on the telly with his special sporting shots
And Danny is the captain who collected both the pots
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
And when he's in the mood he's the best in all the land
For just like McNamara, Bobby's the leader of the band
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
His eye is like an eagle's as he keeps it on the ball
Bill Brown keeps goal for Scotland, he keeps for Spurs an' all
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Peter's always merry, Peter's always bright
Peter's in his glory, in the thickest of the fight
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
He's quick to make a tackle, Ron, he doesn't hesitate
When Ron goes in to tackle we remember Sandy Tait
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
But Spurs have Maurice Norman as the keyman in defence
In bringing home the trophies his share is quite immense
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Repeat that, Dave's a half back who is prone to have a bash
Dave Mackay's a Scotsman and he often cuts a dash
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
He roams from right to left in search of 'alf a chance
And when he scores he executes a little dance
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
The schemer of Spurs forward line he's
The scorer we are told received a pass superb from White
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
At times the ball goes sailing in, at other times he miss
And when he scores he gets a cuddle and a kiss
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
In beating his opponent his limits are the skies
Like Jack Kirwan he's a terrier for his size
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
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