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Tottenham Hotspur - Songs And Chants - PART ONE

30. 10. 2007

 

Tottenham Hotspur Songs and Chants 

 

Classic Tottenham Songs

¯Come on you Spurs,

Come on you Spurs,

Come on you Spurs………..

 

¯We are Tottenham,

We are Tottenham,

Super Tottenham, from the Lane

We are Tottenham,

We are Tottenham,

Super Tottenham, from the Lane

 

¯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,

by far the greatest team the world has ever seen

 

 

¯My Eyes have seen the Glory of the cups at White Hart Lane,

My Eyes have seen the Glory of the cups at White Hart Lane,

My Eyes have seen the Glory of the cups at White Hart Lane and the Spurs go marching on.

Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur and the Spurs go marching on.

 

¯Hello, Hello, We are the Tottenham boys,

Hello, Hello, We are the Tottenham boys,

And if you are an Arsenal fan, Surrender or you'll die

Cos we will follow the Tottenham

 

¯We’re the Paxton, We’re the Paxton, We’re the Paxton Tottenham

 

¯We’re the Shelfside, We’re the Shelfside, We’re the Shelfside Tottenham

 

¯We’re the Park Lane, We’re the Park Lane, We’re the Park Lane Tottenham

 

¯You are my Tottenham,

My only Tottenham,

You make me happy when skies are grey

 

¯One team in London,

There's only one team in London,

One team in London,

There's only one team in London

 

¯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-oh-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

 

¯Wem-ber-ley, Wem-ber-ley,

We're the famous Tottenham Hotspur,

And we're going to Wem-ber-ley

 

¯Oh when the Spurs,

Go marching in,

Oh when the Spurs, go marching in,

I wanna be in that number,

When the Spurs go marching in 

 

¯Who Who Who Let the Yids out

 

¯Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Oh how fun it is to see Tottenham win away 

 

¯Fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all, United, West Ham, Liverpool

Cos we are the Tottenham, And we are the best,

We are the Tottenham, So fuck all the rest

 

¯Score Tottenham score

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!

Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh!

 

¯Stand up

If you love Tottenham,

Stand up,

If you love Tottenham. .

 

¯Oh Tottenham,

Is wonderful,

Oh Tottenham, is wonderful

Its full of tits, fanny and Tottenham

Oh Tottenham, is wonderful

 

¯We will follow the Tottenham,

Over land and sea (and Leicester)

We will follow the Tottenham, on to victory  

 

 

 

Tottenham Songs from the past

(Song of the 81/82 season when Spurs chased trophies on 4 fronts)

¯Sing Sing wherever you may be,

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

 

 (Sung to Macnamara’s Band a few years back)

¯Oh the cockerel crows, the whistle blows, and now we're in the game

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

 

 (Sung in the 1980’s)

¯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

 

(Early 1990’s)

¯What do you want to make those eyes at me for,

If they don’t mean what they say…………..

 

(After that at Anfield & on the way to Madrid in March 1985, with thanks to Paul Winter)

¯We beat the Anfield bastards and the 73 year jinx
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......................................

 

 

The modern away day anthem 

¯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

 

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..

¯Anti Arsenal Songs - Players

¯There’s only one Arsene Wenger

only one Arsene Wenger

With a packet of sweets and a cheeky smile

Wenger is a fucking paedophile

 

¯Who likes little boys?

Who likes little boys?

Arsene Wenger,

Arsene Wenger

He likes little boys 

 

¯Don't bend down when Wenger’s around
Cause you might get a willy up your Arse
He had the cheek to call us dear!
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 around
Cause you might get a willy up your Arse

(to The Wall – Pink Floyd)

¯We don’t need no drunken drivers,
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.

 

(to The Wall – Pink Floyd – short version)

¯Oi Wenger, leave those kids alone 

 

 (to 'Cheer up sleepy jean')

¯Cheer up Tony Adams
Oh what can it mean
To a pissed up donkey
In a shit football team

 

¯Snort up Paul Merson
Oh what can it mean
To a cocaine dealer
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 sleeps with kids

 

¯If Dixon plays for England so could I!

 

¯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

 

¯Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to see, Adams put away, Oi! 

 

¯Who's that team they call the Arsenal? 

Who's that team the twats adore?

It's the boys in red and white,

And they’re a load of fucking shite

And Jer-maine Pennant's mum's a whore 

 She's a whore, she's a whore,

Jermaine Pennant's mum's a whore,

She's a whore, she's a whore

Pennant’s Mum’s a fucking whore!

 

¯You’re just a murderer, Sunderland, Sunderland

 

Anti Arsenal Songs - St Hotspur Day specials

¯3-1,

We beat the scum 3-1

We beat the scum 3-1

We beat the scum 3-1

 

¯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

 

(to Ten Green bottles, Adams after a night out)

¯Three fat Gooners standing in the wall,

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

 

¯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

 

 

Anti Arsenal Songs - RSol Special

¯You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,

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.

 

¯Heeeeeeeeeeeey Campbell
Wan...Ker!
I wanna knoooooooooooow
Why you're such a cunt




¯Vieira ooohhh
Vieira ooohhh

He wants to leave the Scum,
Cos Campbell wants his bum

 

¯Fuck off Rsol Campbell,

Oh what can it mean to be a

Lying Judas Bastard,

in a shite Football team

 

¯Have you ever seen Campbell with a Bird

Have you ever seen Campbell with a Bird

Have you ever seen Campbell, ever seen Campbell, ever seen Campbell

Have you ever seen Campbell with a Bird

 

¯There's only one rSol Campbell
There's only one rSol Campbell
With a packet of sweets
And a cheeky grin
Campbell likes bollocks on the chin

 

¯Campbell, you’re a cunt, Campbell, Campbell, you’re a cunt,
 

Anti Arsenal Songs - Gooner Cull, March 2001 

¯We got Graham out

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 up your arse,
You can stick George Graham,

Stick George Graham
Stick George Graham up your arse!!!!!!

 

¯Tottenham! We’ve got our Tottenham back

We’ve got our Tottenham back

We’ve got our Tottenham back

 

West Ham/Chelsea and such like

 ¯………and like West Ham they fade and die,

Arsenal always running,

Chelsea running to,

Tottenham always running, Cos their running after you 

 

¯Who put the ball in the Chelsea net, Arfa, Arfa

Who put the ball in the Chelsea net, Arfa Tottenham,

Arfa Tottenham, Arfa Tottenham

Who put the ball in the Chelsea net, Arfa Tottenham

 

¯Have you ever done the double, have you fuck

Have you ever done the double, have you fuck

Have you ever done the double?

Have you ever done the double?

Have you ever done the double, have you fuck

Liverpool/Everton

¯You are a scouser
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,

Calm Down, Calm Down,

 

¯Sign on, Sign on,

With a pen in your hand

cos you’ll never get a job,

Sign on Sign on

 

¯I would rather be a muppet than a Scouse

 

¯In your Liverpool slums

In your Liverpool slums

You look in the dustbin for something to eat

You find a dead cat and you think it`s a treat

In your Liverpool slums

 

 

Newcastle/Sunderland/Boro

¯You’re just a small team in Scotland,

Small team in Scotland

You’re just a small team in Scotland

 

Robbie Savage

¯Savage is a wanker,

Savage is a wanker, la la la,

Savage is a wanker,

Savage is a wanker, la la la

 

¯He’s got foot and mouth,

He’s got foot and mouth,

Robbie Savage Robbie Savage,

He’s got foot and mouth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chas 'n' Dave Tottenham Songs

OSSIE’S DREAM (1981)

Come on you Spurs, Come on you Spurs,

Come          on          you.…..

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

Tottenham's going to do it again,

They can't stop 'em,

The boys from Tottenham,

The boys from White Hart Lane,

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

The Kings are claiming their crown,

Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home

 

We are the boys from Keithy's army

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

 

Come          on          you.…..

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

Tottenham's going to do it again,

They can't stop 'em,

The boys from Tottenham,

The boys from White Hart Lane,

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

The Kings are claiming their crown,

Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home

 

In our ranks there's Ossie Ardiles,

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

 

Come          on          you.…..

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

Tottenham's going to do it again,

They can't stop 'em,

The boys from Tottenham,

The boys from White Hart Lane,

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

The Kings are claiming their crown,

Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home

 

Come          on          you.…..

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

Tottenham's going to do it again,

They can't stop 'em,

The boys from Tottenham,

The boys from White Hart Lane,

Spurs are on their way to Wembley,

The Kings are claiming their crown,

Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home

 

Ossie's going to Wembley,

His knees have gone all trembley,

Come on you Spurs,

Come on you Spurs

 

Ossie's going to Wembley,

His knees have gone all trembley,

Come on you Spurs,

Come on you Spurs

Ossie's going to Wembley,

His knees have gone all trembley,

Come on you Spurs,

Come on you Spurs
[repeat to fade]

 

GLORY GLORY TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR (1981 B Side)

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.

 

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.

 

We’re the pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane, We’re the pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane, We’re the pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane….and the Spurs go marching on.

 

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,

Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.

 

TOTTENHAM, TOTTENHAM (1982)

Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,

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

 

They always come see us whether it's rain or snow,

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,

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

 

When we get them on the pitch at Wembley,

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,

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

[repeat to fade……….and then “oh steve we forgot to switch it off”]

 

SPURS MEDLEY (1982 B Side)

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-oh-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

 

HOT SHOT TOTTENHAM (1987)

Hot Shot Tottenham we are the Super Spurs,

Everybody knows we’re the football connoisseurs……….

 

THE VICTORY SONG [we’re off to Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal] (1991)

We’re off to Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal,

We’re off to Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal,

In the North London cup they we’re only runners up,

Now they can’t do the double down the Arsenal………..

 

IT’S LUCKY FOR SPURS WHEN THE YEAR ENDS IN ONE (1991)

 Its lucky for Spurs when year ends in one,

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)

3-1, 3-1, 3-1, 3-1………… Is Gascoigne going to have a crack…..he is you know……OH I SAY!!………..schoolboys own stuff

…….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, Nice one Son,

Nice one Cyril, lets have another one

 

THE TOTNAMITES - TIP TOP TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR (1961)

Tip top Tottenham Hotspur, the greatest team of the year
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

 

Since eighteen ninety seven, they've tried finding a way
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

 

Brown and Baker and Henry, oh what joy they did bring
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

 

This great story's not ending, we've still got four more to name
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

 

HOT SPURS BOOGIE  - 1972/73 SQUAD (1973)

Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur is our team
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, we're always looking up
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

 

There'll never be, another quite the same
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

Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur. . .

 

THE EVERGREENS – MCNAMARA’S BAND (1950’s)

Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
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

 

The Double Song (1960/61)

Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Mr B's the Irish captain of the Spurs English Welsh and Scots
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

And there at centre forward Bobby Smith takes up his stand
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Bill Brown is like George Clawley, calm and capable and tall
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Peter Baker is a full back and he plays upon the right
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Ron Henry's seen at full back on the left hand of his mate
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

The situation near the goal is often very tense
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Dave Mackay's a half back who is prone to have a bash
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Cliff Jones has an objective: football fortune to henhance
He roams from right to left in search of 'alf a chance
And when he scores he executes a little dance

And the Spurs go marching on

Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

In the place of good old Jimmy Seed we now have brave John White
The schemer of Spurs forward line he's Scotland's inside right
The scorer we are told received a pass superb from White
And the Spurs go marching on

Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

Les Allen's game at inside-left reminds us of Bert Bliss
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on

 

With Terry Dyson head a goal and note how hard he tries
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
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on  


 

COYS!                                                              Zpracoval : Bruce

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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