SPURS CHANTS AND SONGS FROM YESTERYEAR
...don't bother looking for these on the official souvenir singalong CD in the club shop
(Raised arms)
Tottenham boys we are here
To hell with Liverpool
Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along
Come on and cheer again
(to the tune of "Land of Hope and Glory")
("Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur")
The pride of Norf London we're the kings of White Hart Lane
Loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
("Jimmy Greaves")
Jimmy Jimmy give us a goal
Gilzean, Gilzean, Gilzean, Gilzean
(to the tune of Chicory Tip "Son Of My Father")
Pat Jennings (clap clap clap clap clap) ..... (repeat)
Iye - Iye - Iye Iye
(to the tune of The Small Faces "Sha La La La Lee")
(sung to full back Cyril Knowles when he done good)
(To the tune of Dylan/Mann's "Quinn The Eskimo")
(if a player ignores the Spurs)
We are Tottenham, We are Tottenham
(to the tune of Irish traditional "Molly Malone")
Who's that team they call The Arsenal?
If you come down to Tottenham
(To the tune of "Those Were The Days, My Friend")
One two three four
You're going home in a London Ambulance...
Come on you Spurs
We love you Tottenham, oh yes we do
We're all going to Wembley
(To the tune of Lennon/Ono "Give Peace A Chance")
And it's Tottenham Hotspur
(To the tune of The Hillside Singers "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing")
(Variation on the Hammers theme song)
We're 'arder than The Stretford End
You'll never take The Park Lane
(to the tune of John Lennon "Power To The People")
We're 'arder than the F Troop* boys
We taught the Millwall how to fight
(to the tune of Tiny Tim "Tiptoe Through The Tulips")
(to the tune of "Keep the Red Flag Flying")
The Arsenal North Bank never fear
So all you Arsenal bovver boys
(to the tune of "Daisy, Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Do")
If you want us, come and get us - ooh ooh
(unique north London chant heard at WHL and The Library)
(To the tune of "Michael Rode The Boat Ashore")
(To the tune of "This Old Man")
We're the Park Lane
Tottenham till I die
Tottenham till I die
Chim chiminee chim chim cheroo
(To the tune of "Go West")
F*** em all, F*** em all
Score Tottenham score
Sing up Tottenham, Sing up Tottenham
Well it's a grand old team to play for
I'll give you half a crown to get your knickers down
If you're all going to Leeds clap yer 'ands
Dirty norvern bust'ds
Go down t'pub
(To the tune of "You Are My Sunshine")
Who's that lying on the runway
F*** 'em all
We are the Tottenham the pride of the south
My old man said be an Arsenal fan
Come with me and have a cup of tea
United got the Stretford End
In your Birmingham slums
(Cockney traditional: "Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner")
West Stand, West Stand
(to the tune of Lonnie Donnegan's "My Old Man's A Dustman")
(Cockney traditional)
There's miles of things to do at Lea Valley Park
Alan Hudson was a wanker, so was Alan Ball
If I had the wings of an eagle
(to the tune of "We Are Respected Wherever We Go")
Spurs are on their way to Wembley
(to the tune of "The Teddy Bear's Picnic")
I love Erik the Viking
All the Man Utd fans they went to see the Pope
(Sung to Norwich/Ipswich fans)
And it's Tottenham Hotspur
Wem-ber-lee, Wem-ber-lee
Score Tottenham score
(To the tune of "Cwm Rhondda" Welsh, "Bread of Heaven" English)
If you all 'ate The Munichs clap yer hands
You ain't even from Manchester
Where's your aeroplane gone?
(to the classical tune of "The Blue Danube")
I wanna be a scuba diver
("The Arsenal")
Sing, sing wherever you may be
Three-one
("You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling")
F*** off, boring Arsenal
(to the tune of "Fa La Ree")
(to the tune of Liverpool's "You'll Never Walk Alone")
We'll see you orl outside
(to the tune of Irish traditional "It's A Long Way To Tipperary")
Jump down turn around kick 'em in the bollocks
(to the tune of "She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain")
No there won't be many going 'ome
It's time for you to run
(to the tune of "Run Rabbit Run")
("At Oldham Athletic")
Chelsea fan, he is dead
Park Lane, Park Lane, do your job
Ooh all together, ooh all together, ooh all together
Norf Lon-don (clap clap clap clap clap) ..... (repeat)
Roll out the barrel
'0oo put the ball in the Chelsea net?
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
TOTTENHAM! (clap clap clap)
TOTTENHAM! (clap clap clap)
Shag your women drink your beer
We're here you bums
We're here
To hell with Man City
We'll fight fight fight for Tott-en-ham
'Til we win the football league
Merrily we roll along
Up the football league
As we go we'll sing this song, sing this song, sing this song
As we go we'll sing this song
Up the football league
Come on and cheer again
For we are here to see the Tottenham win again
Come on and score again
It's free or four again
For we are here to see the Tottenham win again
You're going down again
You're going down, down, down, down, down again
You're going down again
You're going down again
..... (repeat)
We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Liverpool too
We hate West Ham United
But Tottenham we love you
All together now..... (repeat)
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen
And the Spurs go marching on
And the Spurs go marching on
To watch the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory Tottenham 'Otspur
And the Spurs go marching ON ON ON!
Jimmy for England!
clap clap, clap clap clap
Jimmy for England!
Jimmy, give us a goal!
Born is the King of White Hart Lane
..... (repeat)
Alan, Alan Gilzean ooh ooh
Alan, Alan Gilzean ooh ooh
Oh Terry Terry
Terry, Terry, Terry, Terry... Venables
Jennings is better than Yashin
Martin is better than Eu-say-bee-oh*
And __________ are in for a thrashing
(*Eusebio)
Sha la la la Muller-ree
Sha la la la Muller-ree
Nice one, Cyril
Nice one, son
Nice one, Cyril
Let's have another one!
Come on without, come on within
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Martin
(sung to Martin Chivers)
You're all supposed to wave
You're all supposed to wave
You're all supposed to wave
(clap clap clap)
Super Tottenham, from the Lane
We are Tottenham, Super Tottenham
We are Tottenham, from the Lane
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Singing (clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap)
TOTTENHAM!
Who's that team they all adore?
They're the boys in red and white
And they are a load of shite
And George Graham's mother is a wh***
Looking for a ruck
The Park Lane will be waiting
To batter you to f***
We f****** hate Arsenal
We f****** hate Arsenal
We f****** hate
We f****** hate Arsenal
We f****** hate Arsenal
We f****** hate Arsenal
We f****** hate
We f****** hate Arsenal
..... (repeat)
Listen to the North Bank roar
"Peanuts for sixpence!"
(clap clap clap clap clap)
"Peanuts for sixpence!"
Every gunner is a runner
Lalala, lalalala (etc)
Come on you Spurs...
We love you Tottenham, we do
We love you Tottenham, we do
Oh Tottenham we love you
We're all going to Wembley
Lalala, lalalala (etc)
All we are saying
Is Tottenham are great
Tottenham Hotspur FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
I'd like to buy a ball and chain and fill it up wiv led
And when I saw a Chelsea fan I'd wrap it round his 'ed
I'm forever throwing bottles
Pretty bottles in the air
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky
Then like West Ham
They fade and die
Arsenal's always running
Chelsea running too
And so's the Park Lane Tottenham
Running after you
We're louder than The Kop
And we all follow the Tottenham
Hello! hello! We are the Park Lane Boys
Hello! hello! We are the Park Lane Boys
And if you are an Arsenal fan
Surrender or you die
Coz we all follow the Tottenham
You'll never take The Park Lane
(raise fist in salute)
Power to the Park Lane (clap clap)
Power to the Park Lane (clap clap)
Power to the Park Lane right on
We're louder than The Kop
And anyone want 'oo argue
We'll smash the f****** lot
La la la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la
(* notorious Millwall firm)
We took The Shed with the Chelsea in it
And we took The West End in less than a minute
We took the Norf Bank and that was f*** all
So f*** em all
F*** em all
United, West Ham, Liverpool
We are The Park Lane
And we are the best
We are The Park Lane
So f*** all the rest
Tiptoe thru the Norf Bank
In yer raincoat
Wiv yer plastic flick knife
Tiptoe thru the Norf Bank
Wiv me
When Millwall cringe and Chelsea cry
The Arsenal red flag flying high
The Arsenal Highbury always care
To keep the red flag flying there
They only run but once a year
And when they hear the Tottenham come
They know its time for them to run
We know you only make a noise
And soon the time will come to pass
To stick the red flag up your arse!
-------, -------, the coppers are after you
If they catch you they'll give you a year or two
They'll tie you up with wire
And send for a Black Mariah
So ring your bell
And peddle like hell
On a bicycle made for...
Two, four, six, eight
Who do we appreciate?
Tottenham (clap clap clap)
Tottenham (clap clap clap)
If you want us, come and get us - ooh ooh
Eeeeeeeeee Yoh!
Eeeeeeeeee Yoh!
Eeeeeeeeee Yoh!
Tottenham 2, Chelsea 1
Alleluiah!
Tottenham 2, Chelsea 1
Allelu-lu-yah!
Tottenham here... Tottenham there...
Tottenham every f****** where
With a knick knack padiwack
Give a dog a bone
Time to run and f*** off 'ome
We're the Park Lane
We're the Park Lane, Tottenham
I'm Tottenham till I die
I know I am, I'm sure I am
Tottenham till I die
I'm Tottenham till I die
I know I am, I'll always be
Tottenham till I die
Nayim from fifty
Belletti from two!
Nayim from the halfway line
Nayim from the halfway line
Nayim from the halfway line
Nayim from the halfway line (repeat)
United, West Ham, Liverpool
We are the Tottenham and we are the best
We are the Tottenham so f*** all the rest!
(.....repeat)
Once you get one, you'll get more
We need goals aplenty, so we get to Wembley
So, score Tottenham score
Sing up Tottenham...
It's a grand old team to see
And if you know yer 'istory
It's enough to make your heart go (crescendo) whoo-oo-oo-ooh
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 that Tottenham 'Otspur will be there
I'll give you one and six to wrap them round your tits
I'll give you one and three to jump in bed with me
I'll give you one and ten to do it all again
If you're all going to Leeds clap yer 'ands
If you're all going to Leeds
If you're all going to Leeds
If you're all going to Leeds clap yer 'ands
Dirty norvern bust'ds
Drink ten pints
Get fook'n plustered
Go back home
Beat up the wife
You dirty norvern bastards
You are a scouser, an ugly scouser
You're only happy on Giro day
Your Dad's out stealing
Your Mum's drug dealing
So please don't take my hub caps away
Who's that dying in the snow
It's Matt Busby and the boys
Making all the f****** noise
'Cos they cannot get their aeroplane to go
F*** 'em all
United, West Ham and Millwall
'Cos we are the Tottenham
And we are the best
We are the Tottenham
So f*** all the rest
We hate the Arsenal 'cause they are all mouth
We took the North Bank and that was f*** all
The Tottenham will rise and the Arsenal will fall
I said f*** off bollocks, you're a ****
We took the Norf Bank in half a minute
We took the Shed with the Chelsea in it
We hammered the Hammers
With carving knives and spanners
We taught the Millwall how to fight
You won't take the Shelf side with the Tottenham in it
'Coz the Tottenham fight all night
In Don Howe's back garden
Kick him in the head
Until the bastard's dead
With a size ten Doctor Marten
Liverpool got the Kop
But the Tottenham on the motorway
We took the f****** lot
Lalalala, lalalala etc
The Arsenal got the North Bank and Chelsea got the Shed
But bring em down to White Hart Lane
They'll all be f****** dead
Lalalala, lalalala etc
In your Birmingham slums
You look in the dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead rat and think it's a treat
In your Birmingham slums
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London so
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I think of her wherever I go
I get a funny feeling inside o' me
Just walking up and down
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London Town
Give us a song
West Stand, give us a song
Oh my old man's from Tottenham
He wears a Tottenham hat
He wears Tottenham trousers
And 'e lives in a Tottenham flat
Knees up Muvver Brown
Knees up Muvver Brown
On the table you must go
Ee i ee i ee i oh
And if I catch you bending
I'll saw your legs right off
Knees up, knees up
Don't get the breeze up
Knees up Muvver Brown
Oh my! Wot a rotten song
Wot a rotten song, wot a rotten song
Oh my! Wot a rotten song
And wot a rotten singer too-ooh-ooh!
You can skate, you can skate
You can play pitch and putt
So play up you Tottenham
Play the game
Coz if we're losing this one
Weeee'll wreck the train
But Chelsea’s Peter Osgood was the biggest **** of all
You never saw nuffink like it in the present or the past
And there’s nothing Oz likes better than Ron Harris up his arse
la la la la la la la la
And I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Highbury tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below
Oh, shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below
We are the Tottenham boys ,we are the Tottenham boys
We know our manners, we spend our tanners
We are respected whereever we go
Doors and windows open wi-i-ide
Hi diddly hi di
Eat brown bread, never seen a donkey fall down dead
we are the Tottenham boys
Tottenham's gonna do it again
They can't stop 'em
The boys from Tottenham
The boys from White Hart Lane, oi!
If you go down to the woods today
You're sure for a big surprise
Coz all the little teddy bears
Wear boots and braces with cropped hair
Today's the day The Arsenal get their 'eds kicked in
And Erik the Viking loves me
I love Erik the Viiiiking
And Erik the Viking loves me
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, f*** off
You only sing when you're farming
Sing when you're farming
You only sing when you're farming
Fertilizer Fertilizer Fertilizer Fertilizer Fertilizer Fertilizer
He's only a poor little yiddo
He stands at the back of The Shelf (pictured)
He goes to the bar to buy a beer
And only buys one for his self
Tottenham Hotspur FC
We're by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen
We're the famous Tottenham Hotspur
And we're going to Wem-ber-lee
Once you get one, you'll get more
We need goals aplenty, so we get to Wembley
So, score Tottenham score
Where were you? Where were you?
Where were you at White Hart Lane?
Where were you at White Hart Lane?
If you all 'ate The Munichs clap yer hands
If you all 'ate The Munichs
all 'ate The Munichs
all 'ate The Munichs clap yer hands
You ain't even from Manchester
Where's your aeroplane?
La la la la la, WOOF WOOF, WOOF WOOF
La la la la la, WOOF WOOF, WOOF WOOF
La la la la la
La la la -- la la -- la la
WOOF WOOF
And I wanna have a 69er
With the girl that I love the best
Many a night I sucked her breast
F****d her standing
F****d her lying
Now she's dead
But not forgotten
Dug her up and f****d her rotten
Now you're invited
To White Hart Lane
To have a row
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 beat the scum at Wem-ber-lee
They scored one, and we scored three
And we went back to Wem-ber-lee
We beat the scum three-one
We beat the scum three-one
We beat the scum three-one
You've lost that Double feeling
Oh, that Double feeling
You've lost that Double feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Oh oh ohhhh
F*** off, boring Arsenal...
F*** off Arsenal
We hate to say that name
You're the biggest wankers in the game
Here they come with Arsenal scarves hung around their necks
And if I see another one I'll break his f****** legs
Fa la ree, fa la rah
Fa la rah huh, rah huh, rah huh, rah huh... hah
Fa la rah!
(repeat...)
Walk on, walk on, wiv hope in your heart
But you'll never walk again
You'll never walk again!
We'll see you orl outside
We'll see you orl outside
It's a long way to Seven Sisters
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Seven Sisters
It's a long long way to go
Jump down turn around kick 'em in the arse
If it wasn't for the coppers you'd be dead
If it wasn't for the coppers you'd be dead
If it wasn't for the coppers
Wasn't for the coppers
If it wasn't for the coppers you'd be dead
No there won't be many going 'ome
No there won't be many
No there won't be f****** any
No there won't be any going 'ome
It's time for you to run
It's time for you to run
Run Arsenal run Arsenal
Run run run
We are The Park Lane
And we kill scum
At Oldham Athletic 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 great Man United got battered to f***
Toodaloo, toodaloo and the great Man United got battered to f***
(To the tune of Terry Jacks "Seasons In The Sun")
We had joy, we had fun
We had Arsenal on the run
But the joy did not last
'Coz the bastards run too fast
A London bus run over his head
La la la la, la la la la la...
Park Lane, do your job
We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel
We'll have The Blues on the run
-Arfa ! Arfa!
'0oo put the ball in the Chelsea net?
-Arfa Tott-e-nham
Arfa Tott-e-nham, Arfa Tott-e-nham,
'0oo put the ball in the Chelsea net?
Arfa Tott-e-nham!!
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
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