Oh by golly, oh by gosh
Arsene Wenger is full of tosh.
His useless dilettantes lost, not a penalty in site
Defeated by a Spurs team full of flair and might

I’m not one to gloat, not one little bit
but the Frenchman needs to realise, his poxy team are shit.
Championship material, right through the ranks
wouldn’t take any one of ’em, even for nothing, thanks.

Ok they can win, at home against rubbish teams
But take them away from Emirates and they crumple at the seams.
You can put all the foreigners you like with unpronounceable names
They still don’t add up to even half a Harry Kane.

I didn’t go to Wembley, couldn’t take the strain
But now I wish I’d been there, even in the rain.
Because that wonderful victory puts us seven points clear
of an Arsenal team now living on nothing but hope and fear.

The Arsenal teams of old traded on skill and style and speed
the present collection of Euro-trash are mainly there for greed.
I’m not surprised Lacazette missed a sitter of an open goal
For just 200 grand a week he might as well be on the dole.

But this is not about Arsenal, they’re just too depressing,
This is about Spurs, I must keep on stressing.
We’re great, we’re good, we’re solid, we’re fast
We can almost start to forget our recent past.

We’re strong and skilful and no longer frail and porous
even all the neutral fans seem to really adore-us
Because we play the game as it should be played
With artistry, finesse, chances created and goals made

We flow and dance and play as a team that truly rocks
With just a very few instances of diving in the box.
Kane and Allie, Eriksen and Dier,
If I said I didn’t love them, I’d be a bloody liar.

What a birthday present for Rachie.

Really, unbelievably, ecstatically happy Sunday

A xxxx