(to que sera sera)
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother what will I be?
Will I be Arsenal? Will I be Spurs?
And this is what she said to me:
Go wash your mouth out son, then take your father's gun
And shoot the Tottenham scum
Que sera sera
(away in a manger)
Away in a manger...
No crib for a bed...
The little Lord Jesus...
Stood up and he said...
WE HATE TOTTENHAM, WE HATE TOTTENHAM, WE HATE TOTTENHAM!
