(Played with a guitar that doesn’t stay in tune and a voice that was having a particularly bad day!)
His team’s proved what they’re about
Come on you Spurs
Spurs are on their way to Bilbao
Tottenham’s gonna do it again
They can’t stop them
The boys from Tottenham
The boys from White Hart Lane
Spurs are on their way to Bilbao
The kings are claiming the throne
Everybody will be singing
when the Spurs come marching home
We are the lads playing smart ball
And we're marching in with you
We're sending our supporters to Bilbao
We know that Man United fear us
Three time we’ve duffed them up,
They won't even get near us
We're gonna capture the cup
Leading the pack is our boy Sonny
He's been labourin’ ten years or so
For one day to bring home the silverware
Now his fruits are gonna show
Sonny we're gonna be behind you
Together man for man,
We know you're gonna play a blinder
WIN the cup for Tottenham
His foot is mended for now
Come on you Spurs
We’re writing our own story
Come on you Spurs