(Played with a guitar that doesn’t stay in tune and a voice that was having a particularly bad day!)

Sonny’s going to Bilbao His team’s proved what they’re about Come on you Spurs Come on you Spurs

Come on you… Spurs are on their way to Bilbao Tottenham’s gonna do it again They can’t stop them The boys from Tottenham The boys from White Hart Lane

Spurs are on their way to Bilbao The kings are claiming the throne Everybody will be singing when the Spurs come marching home

We are the lads playing smart ball And we're marching in with you We're sending our supporters to Bilbao Under Ange Postecoglou

We know that Man United fear us Three time we’ve duffed them up, They won't even get near us We're gonna capture the cup

CHORUS

Leading the pack is our boy Sonny He's been labourin’ ten years or so For one day to bring home the silverware Now his fruits are gonna show

Sonny we're gonna be behind you Together man for man, We know you're gonna play a blinder WIN the cup for Tottenham

Sonny’s going to Bilbao His foot is mended for now Come on you Spurs Come on you Spurs

The Game Is About glory We’re writing our own story Come on you Spurs Come on you Spurs