Come On You Spurs!
¶ 1
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That terrible record, agin us has been broken
So ‘Come on you Spurs’ rings out aloud
The Indian sign has been destined to lie
Shattered in bits to the ground
¶ 2
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The fans in Tottenham High Road this evening
Will look toward this week with a smile
There’s nothing quite like laying one to rest
When you’ve done it, with Martin Jol’s style
¶ 3
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We gave it our all, but the run of the ball
Was not going our way last after
In reality that’s just how it goes on occasion
You don’t always get what you’re after
¶ 4
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Two questions that bug me, as I know…we move on
And re-group to work on next match’s tactics
Just why did referee red card John Terry,
For something none of us fans could quite see,
Yet only yellow card a Spurs man for an elbow,
To the face, that he did see?
¶ 5
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I know, I know, it’s just Graham Poll,
It’s something we all have to put up with
But after Croatian debacle of last summers World finals
His further inclusion in the referee’s union
Is not something that I feel quite right with
¶ 6
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Why isn’t Graham Poll on the dole?
Surely our game deserves some reprieve
From this egotistical referee
Who somehow believes, it’s he, we pay
Our money to see!
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