Ah the ones at Spuds were always the best. Very un PC now but
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
Just like a y*d who's standing on a five pence piece,
We shall not be moved.
Unfortunately poor old Glenda used to get it in the years before he became our manager.
(To the 'Born is the king' tune)
Hoddle, Hoddle, Hoddle, Hoddle,
Born is the queen of Golders Green.
Away in a manger,
No crib for his bed,
The little lord Jesus,
Looked up and he said,
Hoddle is a w**ker, Hoddle is a w**ker,
lalalala
And who could forget (To Terry Jacks 'Seasons in the sun')
We had joy, we had fun,
We had Tottenham on the run,
But the joy didn't last,
Coz the bar stewards ran to fast.