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
O
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

Viera oooo Viera ooo
he wants to leave the scum
coz campbell wants his bum
Viera oooo Viera ooo
he comes from senagol
his mums a cannibal
Viera oooo Viera ooo

ou ou ou let the yids out

Ziege, Ziege, Ziege

You can stick ur Sol Campbell up your ars
Stick your Sol Campbell up your ars
You can stick ur Sol Campbell up your ars
Stick your Sol Campbell up your ars
Coz weve got Ledly at the back
coz weve got Ledly at the back
Coz weve got Ledly at the back
coz weve got Ledly at the back

walk on,
walk on,
with a pen in your hand,
But you'll never get,
a job,
a job,
you'll never get a job,
a job

Deano,
theres only one Deano,
theres only one Deano,

Hoddle,
Hoddle,
Hoddle,
Hoddle,
born as the king of white hart lane.

Keown,
he's got a monkeys head,
he's got a monkeys head,
he's got a monkeys head

Nayim

Nayim, from the halfway line
Nayim, from the halfway line
(Ex Spur who gunned down Arsenal with a spectacular goal for Real Zaragoza in the dying seconds of the 1995 European Cup Winners' Cup Final)

George Graham

Georgie Graham's magic
He wears a magic hat
And when he saw the agent's bung
He said I'm having that

He's only a poor little Gooner

He's only a poor little Gooner
He stands at the back 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 don't sing anymore

Who's got a lovely wife?

Who's got a lovely wife?
Who's got a lovely wife?
Ian Walker, Ian Walker
He's got a lovely wife

Stand up if you hate stewards

Stand up if you hate stewards
Stand up if you hate stewards

You're not fit to wear the shirt

You'rrrreeee not fit to wear the shirt
You're not fit to wear the shirt

We hate 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

We are the Tottenham

We are the Tottenham, the pride of the South
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

Oh Teddy Teddy,

Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy Sheringham.

Steffen Fraund's a football genius,

Steffen Fraund's a football genius,

Steffen Fraund's a football genius.

There's only one Sergei Rebrov,

Only one Sergei Rebrov,

Walking along, singing a song,

Walking in a Rebrov wonderland.

You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,

You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,

You can stick your Sol Campbell,

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.

Hark now hear,

The Tottenham sing the Arsenal run away,

And we will fight forever more because of boxing day.....

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.

We are the Tottenham the pride of the south,

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.

My old man said be a Arsenal fan,

I said "fuck off, bollocks you're a c*nt"

We took the North Bank in half a minute,

We took the the Shed with the Chelsea in it,

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 c*nts a runner,

That's what I told my old man.

Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim

from the halfway line,

Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim

from the halfway line,

Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim

from the halfway line,

If I had the wings of a sparrow,

If I had the arse of a crow,

I'd fly over Arsenal Tomorrow,

And shit on the bastards below, below,

Shit on the bastards below.

Keown, he's got a monkey's head,

He's got a monkey's head

He's got a monkey's head

There's only one Arsene Wenger,

Only one Arsene Wenger,

With a packet of sweets and a cheeky smile,

Wenger is a f*cking peadophile.

Sing sing wherever you may be,

We beat the scum at Wem-ber-Ley,

They got one and we got three,

And we're going back to Wem-ber-ley.

Vieira whoa-ohhh

Vieira whoa-ohhh

He wants to leave the scum,

Cos Campbell wants his bum.

Heeeeeey hey Campbell,

W*n ....ker,

I wanna knooooooooow

Why you're such a cunt.

Have you ever seen Campbell a bird,

Have you ever seen Campbell a bird,

Have you ever seen Campbell, ever seen Campbell

Ever seen Campbell with a bird.

There's only one Sol Campbell,

There's only one Sol Campbell,

With a packet of sweets

And a cheeky grin,

Campbell likes b*llocks on the chin.

Liverpool / Everton

You are a scouser,

A ugly scouser,

You're only happy on giro day,

Your mum's out stealing,

Your dad's drug dealing,

Please don't take our hub caps away.

Sign on, sign on,

With a pen in your hand and you'll never get a job.

Yid army,

Yid army,

Yid army,

We love you Tottenham, we do

We love you Tottenham, we do

We love you Tottenham, we do

Oh Tottenham we love you.

And it's Tottenham Hotspur

Tottenham Hotspur FC

We're by far the greatest team

The world has ever seen.

One team in London

There's only one team in London

One team in London

There's only one team in London.

I    -    O    I    -    O

We are the Tottenham boys

I    -    O    I    -    O

We are the Tottenham boys

And if you are a Arsenal fan

Surrender or you'll die

Cos we all follow the Tottenham

We are Tottenham,

We are Tottemham,

Super Tottenham from the Lane,

We are Tottenham, super Tottenham,

We are Tottenham from the Lane.

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

And the Spurs go marching on.

It's a grand old team to play for,

It's a grand old team to see,

And if you your history,

It's enough to make your heart go whooa-oh,

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.