We've paid lots of cash
Time after time.
We've chanted sentences
But none of them rhyme.

And bad mistakes.
We've made a few.
We've had our matches blow up in our face
But now we've come through.

(As we always chant—Come...on...you...spurs)

We are the champions, my friends
And we now have a title to defend.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.

No time for Chelsea
'Cuz we are the champions

Of our wooooorrrrrld...

We've taken our bows.
And mobile phone calls.
Juande's brought fame and fortune-and-everything-that-goes-with-it.
He thanks us all.

But it's been no bed of roses.
No pleasure cruise.
We considered it a challenge for this entire squad
But this time we didn't lose.

(As we always chant—Come...on...you...spurs)

We are the champions, my friends
And we now have a title to defend.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.

No time for Chelsea
'Cuz we are the champions

Of our...

(Woooorld) We are the champions, my friends (insert air guitar lick)
And we now have a title to defend. (air guitar)
We are the champions.
We are the champions.

No time for Chelsea
'Cuz we are the champions. (air guitar)