Tottenham Hotspur

Parodies: Third Response to Mr. Brightside

David JacobsCorrespondent ISeptember 26, 2008

If we were top of the league
We'd be doing just fine.
Gotta gotta go down.
'Coz we lost it all.

It started out with a kick.
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kick.
It was only a kick.

The team's falling asleep.
Martin Jol's called a cab.
Dreams have gone up in smoke.
And it looks pretty drab.

Now I'm going to bed
And my stomach is sick.
Daniel Levy's to blame.
It's because he's a...

Chairman now.
He sold our best players now.
Made them go.

And I just can't look.
It's killing me.
It's out of control.

About Arsenal in the Champions' League.
Singing their sick lullabies,
Joking 'bout our alibis.

But it's just the price we pay.
White Hart Lane is calling us
To open up our teary eyes
And look for a bright side.

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