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Song Index
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Song Index
What They Sing About Us.(Why oh why oh why do I keep getting sent these? Ah well, for the sake of completness...)
Highbury is a library, Highbury is a library, Na na na na, Na na na na, We are the Tottenham, the pride of the south, We hate the Arsenal, 'cause they are all mouth, We took the North Bank, and that was fuck all, The Tottenham will rise and the Arsenal will fall! Nayim, from the half-way line! Nayim, from the half-way line! Who had all the beers, Who had all the beers, Tony Adams, Tony Adams, He had all the beers! Or...
Cheer up Tony Adams, Who's that team they call the Arsenal? Who's that team the Greeks adore? They're the girls in red and white, And they are a load of shite, And Ian Wright's mother is a whore! Don't bend down when Wenger's around, 'cause you might get a willy up your Arse, He had the cheek to call us deer, then we found out that he was a Queer, He dillies, he dallies, he doesn't like the fannies, all he really wants is a big fat hairy Arse, So don't bend down when Wenger's around, 'cause you might get a willy up your Arse! They came to the Tottenham in '75, To the Paxton, The Park Lane, And to the Shelf side, But the Tottenham were many, And many to ruck, And the shit of North London, Got battered to fuck! It's a long way to Seven Sisters, It's a long way to run, It's a long way to Seven Sisters, It's a long, long way to run, Every Gunner is a runner, Every Gunner is a runner, Na na na na, Na na na na, Sing, sing wherever you may be, We beat the Scum at Wem-ber-lee, They scored one, and we scored three, And we went back to Wem-ber-lee! Three-one! We beat the Scum Three-One! We beat the Scum Three-One! We beat the Scum Three-One! F*ck off, boring Arsenal, F*ck off, boring Arsenal, F*ck off, boring Arsenal, F*ck off, boring Arsenal! He's only a poor little Gooner, He stands at the back of the Bank. He watches the reds, the football he dreads, So he ends up having a w*nk. He's only a poor little Gooner, His face is all tattered and torn, He made me feel sick, So I hit 'im with a brick, And now he don't sing anymore. Boring, boring Arsenal, Boring, boring Arsenal, Boring, boring Arsenal, F*ck off Arsenal, We hate to say that name. You're the biggest w*nkers in the game. My old man said "Be an Arsenal fan" I said "F*ck off bollocks you're a c*nt" We took the North Bank in half a minute, We took the Shed with the Chelsea in it, We hammered the Hammers, Hammered them with spanners, With carving knives and spanners, We taught the Millwall how to fight, So you won't take the Shelf side with Tottenham in it, 'Cos the Tottenham fight all night! We'll be running round Highbury with our w*llies hanging out, We'll be running round Highbury with our w*llies hanging out, Running round Highbury, Running round Highbury, We'll be running round Highbury with our w*llies hanging out, Singing I've got a bigger one than you, Singing I've got a bigger one than you, Singing I've got a bigger one than you, I've got a bigger one than you, ("Coming Round The Mountain")
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