MY OLD MAN'S A SPURS FAN

My old man’s a Spurs fan, he’s Tottenham to the core

He’s had a season ticket since the grand old age of four

If you want to get him going and you’ve got an hour to spare

Just mention Tottenham Hotspur and find yourself a comfy chair

 

If he was Tottenham’s manager he’d get them out of trouble

If they signed him up and listened next year they’d win the double

If Tottenham lose it makes him sad, he sometimes gets quite low

But things get worse if Arsenal win that packs a double blow

 

Spurs fans are long suffering, it’s never too much fun

But they get do get all excited when the year ends in a one

They go to pay their penance, it’s much more than a game

It’s more like a religion at the shrine of White Hart Lane

 

Last year he said he’d had enough, couldn’t take it any more

He said he wouldn’t renew but I’ve heard all that before

My old man’s a Spurs fan, he’s Tottenham to the core

He’s had a season ticket since nineteen sixty four

 

Anita Brooke www.TheArtfulPoet.com