| Famous Spurs Chants |
by the Yids |
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
We will follow the Tottenham, on to victory
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| Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur |
by 1980 / 81 Squad |
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
We're the kings of White Hart Lane
We're the pride of North of London
We're the kings of White Hart Lane
We’re the pride of North of London
We're 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.
We've got loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
Loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
Loyal Spurs supporters and they come to every game
To watch the Spurs go marching on
Glory, glory, Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory, glory, Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory, glory, Tottenham Hotspur
And the Spurs go marching on.
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| Ossie’s Dream |
by 1980 / 81 Squad |
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]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCXdlxZ5RiM
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| Tottenham Tottenham |
by 1981 / 82 Squad |
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
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| Nice One Cyril |
by The Cockerel Chorus |
Nice one Cyril
Nice one son
Nice one Cyril
Let's have another one
White Hart Lane is the gorund
For the best team around
And to see them just fills you with wonder
So we'll sing them along
With a Spurs football song
Tottenham Hotspur,
The pride of North London
Nice one Cyril
Nice one son
Nice one Cyril
Let's have another one........repeat
Pat to Terry to John
Mike to Gillie nods on
Ray to Stevie to Martin to Jim
Ralph to Cyril then back
Spurs are on the attack
Come on lads not another one yeah
Nice one Cyril
Nice one son
Nice one Cyril
Let's have another one........repeat
Super Spurs you can win
Every game you are in
And you know we'll support you forever
From the terrace and stand
Every Spurs loving man
Raise your voices & sing altogether
Nice one Cyril
Nice one son
Nice one Cyril
Let's have another one........repeat
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| Tip Top Tottenham Hotspur(1961) |
by The Totnamites |
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
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| Hot Spurs Boogie |
by The 1972 / 73 Squad |
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. . .
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| McNamara’s Band (1950’s) |
by The Evergreens |
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
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| Diamond Lights |
by Glenn (Hoddle) & Chris (Waddle) |
Eyes that freeze like ice
Cold electric blue those diamond lights
You were hard as stone
Solid stone, for me
The colours change rearrange my life
Can't explain so afraid tonight
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always want you
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always need you
Oh darling
Diamond, diamond lights
Standing in the rain
Cold electric sky no diamond lights
Now i'm on my own
So alone, oh darling
The colours change rearrange my life
Can't explain so afraid tonight
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always want you
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always need you
Oh darling
Instrumental: Rocking guitar solo!
Diamond lights cold as ice to me (cold as ice to me)
Diamond lights cold as ice to me
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always want you
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always need you
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always want you
Hoddle: Darling i love you / Waddle: My diamond lights
I'll always need you
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| The Double Song (1960/61) |
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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
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| Can’t Smile Without You |
Barry Manilow |
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..
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