Spurs oh yeah mate…
Sacked Ange, brought in Frank… now look where you at…
Spurs oh yeah mate, you sacked Ange Postecoglou,
Got decent manager in Thomas Frank,
But it didn’t last long, nah, sacked again,
Interim Tudor was proper bad, chaos in the stands.
Now even with De Zerbi, you’re looking down,
Into the Championship, mate, wearing that crown.
Big fancy stadium, shiny and new,
But next season, second level teams playing in it too!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, going down!
Oh yeah, Spurs are looking and going down!
Even with a match in hand, oh yeah!
Look down, look down, next season you are there!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, going down!
De Zerbi, nah mate, it’s too late,
Beaten by Atleti in the UCL, what a state.
What is next season? Dropping to League One,
While Wrexham’s going up with Hull City, having fun.
Fabulous stadium, empty it might be,
Championship football, that’s your new reality.
You spent all that money, big names on the pitch,
But now you’re sliding, yeah, into the ditch!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, going down!
Oh yeah, Spurs are looking and going down!
Even with games behind, oh yeah!
Look down, look down, next season you are there!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, going down!
Spursy, Spursy, always Spursy…
Sacked the gaffer, still look murky…
Thomas Frank gone, Tudor done, De Zerbi trying,
But the table don’t lie, you’re proper dying!
(Oh yeah… look down… Championship bound!)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, going down!
Spurs are going down, mate, no turning around!
Look down, look down, next season you are there…
Second level teams in your stadium, everywhere!
Oh yeah… (going down!) Oh yeah… (Spurs are down!)
