First I was afraid, I was petrified, kept thinking I could never turn Spurs into a top 4 side But I spent oh so many nights thinking how Staltari did me wrong, Perhaps I'm wrong??, but I'll just have to carry on and we'll be back, into 5th place.. I'll just wait till the transfer window to sign another waste of space, I should have sold Paul Robinson, I should have dropped him from the team, If I had known for just one second he'd concede more goals than Derby Coun-ty, Go on now go, Bent there's the door, Just turn around now, 'cause you don't score goals anymore, weren't you the one that cost more than Thierry Henry, I knew you'd crumble, I'd rather have Emile Hes-key.... Oh no cause I, I will survive, As long as I win the next 6 games I know I will stay alive, I've got Tainio who is shat, & Huddlestone who's just fat, but I'll survive.... I will survive.. It took all the strength I had not to fall apart, kept trying hard to mend Defoe's relationship with his little t@rt And I spent oh so many nights trying on John Barnes' tights And oh I've cried, I want the Spurs job till I die! And you see Keane, he hates me too I subbed him off when we were winning, then we went and ****ing drew! And now im scratching my big chin, why can't I just sell Ledley King? If I'm gonna save my skin, I'll need some politics style Spin!!

Classic!!!