Today’s another Saturday

And we’re worshipping again;

We’re sat, the congregation’s at

The cathedral called ‘The Lane’;

We can’t believe that anybody has the magic that you’re weaving now;

Cos lesser teams like Arsenal are finding

That all the goals you score for Spurs are blinding

I would like to think you’re contracts binding but I have my doubts somehow

But maybe

He’ll stay next year to play; he’s

Not for sale;

He’s Our WonderBale.

Today we’re watching Gareth play

Along with all the Spanish scouts;

They’ll try to buy at any price

Cos they haven’t any doubts;

They can’t believe that anybody has the magic that he’s weaving now;

For them it isn’t “If” but rather “Quando”

They want you linked with Messi or Ronaldo

For on the global stage you’ve earned the right to take the plaudits and a bow;

But maybe

You might decide to stay; we

Might just prevail;

You’re our WonderBale.