At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never turn Spurs into a top four side
Then I spent oh so many nights thinking we could win the league
I was wrong, but I’ll just have to carry on
So now we’re back, into fourth place
We were up there till December, but we’ll never win the race
I should have sold that bloody Friedel, should have dropped him from the team
If I had known for just one second he’d concede more than Derby
So many matches, ended up 2-2
At half time we were winning, then we went and effing drew!
And now I’m twitching while I’m thinking, should I just sell Jermain Defoe?
Woy’s got the England job, so I’m feeling pretty low
Go on now go – Bale, there’s the door
Your form’s gone down and we’ve still got Adebayor
Oh no we can’t afford him, City...