pour les amis de tottenham et contre arsenal
Hark now hear,
The Tottenham sing the Arsenal run away,
And we will fight forever more because of boxing day.....
We hate Arsenal and we hate Arsenal
We hate Arsenal and we hate Arsenal
We hate Arsenal and we hate Arsenal
We are the Arsenal Haters.
We are the Tottenham the pride of the south,
We hate the Arsenal cos they are all mouth,
We took the north bank and that was fuck all,
The Tottenham will rise and the Arsenal will fall.
My old man said be a Arsenal fan,
I said "fuck off, bollocks you're a c*nt"
We took the North Bank in half a minute,
We took the the Shed with the Chelsea in it,
We Hammered the Hammers,
With carving knifes and spanners,
We taught the Millwall how to fight,
So I'll never be a Gunner,
Cos every c*nts a runner,
That's what I told my old man.
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
from the halfway line,
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
from the halfway line,
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
from the halfway line,
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Arsenal Tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on the bastards below.
Keown, he's got a monkey's head,
He's got a monkey's head
He's got a monkey's head
There's only one Arsene Wenger,
Only one Arsene Wenger,
With a packet of sweets and a cheeky smile,
Wenger is a f*cking peadophile.
Sing sing wherever you may be,
We beat the scum at Wem-ber-Ley,
They got one and we got three,
And we're going back to Wem-ber-ley.
Vieira whoa-ohhh
Vieira whoa-ohhh
He wants to leave the scum,
Cos Campbell wants his bum.
Heeeeeey hey Campbell,
W*n ....ker,
I wanna knooooooooow
Why you're such a cunt.
Have you ever seen Campbell a bird,
Have you ever seen Campbell a bird,
Have you ever seen Campbell, ever seen Campbell
Ever seen Campbell with a bird.
There's only one Sol Campbell,
There's only one Sol Campbell,
With a packet of sweets
And a cheeky grin,
Campbell likes b*llocks on the chin.
chant contre Liverpool / Everton
You are a scouser,
A ugly scouser,
You're only happy on giro day,
Your mum's out stealing,
Your dad's drug dealing,
Please don't take our hub caps away.
Sign on, sign on,
With a pen in your hand and you'll never get a job.
poour les Fans de manchester United
Rivals
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Maine Road tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, shit on,
Shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, shit on,
Shit on the bastards below.
You're the shit of Manchester,
You're the shit of Manchester.
The City sing, I don't know why,
'Cos after the match you're gonna die
Let's all laugh at City,
Ha ha ha ha
In you're bitter blue world,
You don't go to Cardiff,
You don't win no cups,
You hate Man United ,
And hope for f*ck ups,
In you're bitter blue world.
les chantde mu contre Liverpool
You are a Scouser,
An ugly Scouser,
You're only happy,
On Giro day.
Your mum's out thieving,
Your dad's drug-dealing,
So please don't take my hubcaps away.
You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat,
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums,
You shit on the carpet, you piss in the bath,
You finger your grandma, and think its a laugh,
In your Liverpool slums.
In your Liverpool slums,
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare,
You wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair,
In your Liverpool slums.
In your Liverpool slums,
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick,
You can't get a job 'cos you're too fucking thick,
In your Liverpool slums.
He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.