(We'd do well to remember it's just half time)

He’s a great little guy and he plays for the Almighty Spurs, now

His speed on the ball is so fast, just a series of blurs, now

He’s the foil for young Harry that coach Pochettino prefers, now

And he’s called Son! Son! Son! - he’s the one who put Man City away.

The fans down the Lane are queueing up to buy his beer, now

They’ll buy drinks for anyone who looks like they come from Korea, now

Cos when he popped in the winner last night, well it raised a big cheer, now

For Tottenham’s Son! Son! Son! He’s the one who put Man City away.

As City succumbed in the end to Tottenham’s steamroller

He pinched Delph’s back pocket, that useless sluggardly stroller

And slotted it home near the end to frustrate Guardiola

And that was Son! Son! Son! He’s the one who put Man City away.

Son! Son! Son! He’s the one who put Man City away.