Arsenal!!!

Scum Songs

The wanky Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the pope,
the wanky Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the pope,
the wanky Tottenham Hotspur went to Rome to see the pope,
and this is what he said FUCK OFF

My old man said, be a Tottenham fan
I said fuck off, bollocks, you're a cunt (The Cock Linnet Song)

Away in a manger, No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus, Stood up and he said (Away in a manger)
We hate Tottenham, we hate Tottenham,...

One-Nil down, Two-One up
We knocked Tottenham out the cup
La la la la la la la

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:
Wash your mouth out son, then take your father's gun
And shoot the Tottenham scum
Que sera sera (Que sera, sera)

When I was a little boy
My mother bought me a little toy
Tottenham fan on a string
Told me to kick his fucking head in,
kick his head in, kick his head in
told me to kick his fucking head in

We hate Tottenham, we hate Tottenham

We hate Tottenham and we hate Tottenham, we hate Tottenham and we hate Tottenham

If you all hate Tottenham clap you hands, c-c-c, if you all hate Tottenham clap your hands, c-c-c,
if you all hate Tottenham, if you all hate Tottenham, if you all hate Tottenham clap your hands, c-c-c (Coming round the Mountain)

Can you hear the Tottenham sing, no-o, no-o
Can you hear the Tottenham sing, no-o, no-o
Can you hear the Tottenham sing, I can't hear a fucking thing
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh schhhhh (Bye Bye Blackbird)

We won 5-0, we won 5-0, we won 5-0, down the Lane
we won 5-0, we won 5-0, we won 5-0, down the Lane
It was easy, it was easy, it was easy, at the Lane
It was easy, it was easy, it was easy, at the Lane (Sailing)

2 years, we only waited 2 years,
and now the Scum are in tears,
we only waited 2 years (Blue Moon, FA Cup semi 93)

Stand up if you hate Tottenham, stand up, if you hate Tottenham

Bye bye Tottenham, bye bye Tottenham, bye bye Tottenham, bye bye
Bye bye Tottenham, bye bye Tottenham, bye bye Tottenham, bye bye
Fuck off Tottenham, fuck off Tottenham, fuck off Tottenham, fuck off
Fuck off Tottenham, fuck off Tottenham, fuck off Tottenham fuck off

Fuck off Tottenham, fuck off Tottenham, fuck off Tottenham

1-0, we beat the scum 1-0, we beat the scum 1-0, 1-0, we beat.... (Blue Moon)

XY is illegitimate, he ain't got no birth certificate
XY is illegitimate, he's a Tottenham bastard, he's a Tottenham bastard, he's a Tottenham bastard

What are you thinking of Tottenham? Shit!
What do you think they should? Fuck Off!
Thank you

Let's all laugh at Tottenham, let's all laugh at Tottenham, ha ha ha ha, uh, ha ha ha ha, uh

The Tottenham, are full of shit, the Tottenham are full of shit
Full of shit, shit and bullshit,
the Tottenham are full of shit (Oh when the Saints)

George Graham was magic
He's lost his magic hat
He's now moved in at White Hart Lane
Oh what a fucking twat

Cheer up Christian Gross, oh what can it mean
To a sarcastic bastard with a shit football team (Daydream Believer)

Tottenham, Tottenham, sing us a song, Tottenham, sing us a song

We had joy, we had fun, we had Tottenham on the run
but the joy didn't last, cos the bastards ran too fast

No win, fuck all again, Tottenham, Tottenham

She wore, she wore, she wore fishnet stockings,
She wore fishnet stockings and stiletto high-heelded schoes,
And when I asked, oh why she wore that stockings,
She said it's for her client and his name is David Pleat
David Pleat, David Pleat, he's that famous Tottenham pervert and his name is David Pleat

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to see the Tottenham lose away, hey

Judas, what's the score,
Judas, Judas what's the score (at Shite Fart Lane 99)

Arsenal won the Double,
Tottenham won the shit cup,
Arsenal won the Double, etc (at Shite Fart Lane 99)

Will you ever, will you ever, will you ever win the league, will you ever win the league

There's only one George Graham, one George Graham,
with a bag full of dosh, lying through his teeth,
Graham is a Judas and a thief (Winter Wonderland)

Ginola, oh ohh ohh ohh,
Ginola, oh ohh ohh ohh,
he is a diving cheat, he does it every week.

Arsenal Songs

Good old Arsenal, we're proud to say that name,
and while we sing that song we win the game (Rule Britannia)

We love the Arsenal, we do, we love the Arsenal, we do,
we love the Arsenal, we do, ohhhh Arsenal we love you

And it's Arsena-al, Arsena-al FC,
we're by far the greatest team the world has ever seen
that is Arsena-al, Arsena-al FC (The Wild Rover)

Boring boring Arsenal, boring boring Arsenal

Arsene Wenger's red/white army, Arsene Wengers red/white army

We will follow the Arsenal, over land and sea (and Leicester),
we'll follow the Arsenal, unto victory, all together now, we will follow.... (Land of Hope and Glory)

Hello, hello, we are the Arsenal boys, hello, hello we are the Arsenal boys,
and if you are a Tottenham fan surrender or you'll die
coz we all follow the Arsenal
Hello, hello,.... (Marching through Georgia)

You are the Arsenal, my only Arsenal,
you make me happy, when skies are grey,
you'll never know just, how much I love you,
so please don't take, my Arsenal - away
Na na na na na oh
Na na na na na oh
Na na na na na na na na na oh
Etc. (You are my Sunshine)

One-nil to the Arsenal, One-nil to the Arsenal,
One-nil to the Arsenal, One-nil to the Arsenal (Go West)

We'll win coz we're Arsenal... (Go West)

Fulham can stay at the Cottage, Southampton can stay at the Dell,
and as for Tottenham Hotspur, they can go to hell, to hell.
So we'll drink, drink together, in praise of the AFC
Drink, drink together, in praise of the AFC

By Jesus said Paddy I sing it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again
So Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again

Who's the team they call Arsenal?
Who's that team we all adore?
They're the boys in red and white,
and they fight with all their might,
and they just show us how to score. (Ally's Army)

We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Liverpool too (and Leicester)
We hate West Ham United
But Arsenal we love you (Land of Hope and Glory)

Roll out the Arsenal, let's have a barrel of fun
Roll out the Arsenal, we've got them all on the run
Just one more goal now, then how we all will cheer
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
The gang's all here

Can you hear the West Stand sing, no-o, no-o,
can you hear the West Stand sing, no-o, no-o
can you hear the West Stand sing, I can't hear a fucking thing,
ohoo-ohoo-ohhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh-oh Schhhhhhhhh (Bye Bye Blackbird)

Same old Arsenal, taking the piss,
same old Arsenal, taking the piss

We are the famous, the famous Arsenal,
clap-clap-clap-clap, we are the famous,.....

Pride of London, clap-clap-clap-clap-clap,
pride of London....

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarsenal

Shaaa-laa-la-laa, sha-la-la, laa-la-laa-laaa-laaaa,
sha-la-laa-laaa,laa-laa-la-laaa,
la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
ARSENAL

Fuck em' all, fuck em' all
United, West Ham, Liverpool
Coz we are the Arsenal and we are the best
We are the Arsenal so fuck off the rest

We've got number 1, David Seaman,
we've got number 1, David Seaman,
we've got number 1, David Seaman,
we've got the best team in the world,
we've got number 2, Lee Dixon,
we've got number 2, Lee Dixon,
we've got number 2, Lee Dixon,
we've got the best team in the world
Etc.

Come on Arsenal, Herbert Chapman's Gunners!
Come on Arsenal, Arsene Wenger's wonders!
We're behind you, That's what we sing
Pride is the thing, That victr'y will bring.
So we say
Come on Arsenal, Herbert Chapman's Gunners!
Come on Arsenal, Arsene Wenger's wonders!
We'll all share in, The honour of the shirt you're wearing
Come on Arsenal, Come on! (Goodnight Sweetheart)

1-0, we only win 1-0, we only win 1-0, 1-0,.... (Blue Moon)

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Santa is an Arsenal fan and at Highbury today, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to see the Arsenal win away - hey!

One team in London, there's only one team in London,
one team in London, there's only one team in London (Juantanamera)

U to, u to be, u to be a, Goona

One team called Arsenal, there's only one team called Arsenal etc (Juantanamera)

Sing about the Gunners,
we're the lads in Red and White,
we can play the football game,
and we can play it right.
While there's still a minute left,
we'll not give up the fight,
when we go marching on Wembley.
March on, march on!
The boys from Highbury.
March on, march on!
March on to victory.
The Gunners colours on the Cup,
is what we're gonna see,
when we go marching on Wembley!

HENRY

Ooooooooohhhh Henry!!! Ooooooooh Henry!!!
With the ball, he is the king!!!
Ooooooooohhhh Henry!!! Ooooooooh Henry!!!
In the run, he got some wing!!!

Ooooooooohhhh Henry!!! Ooooooooh Henry!!!
His shot always go to net!!!
Ooooooooohhhh Henry!!! Ooooooooh Henry!!!
Is he something want, he always that get!!!

Ooooooooohhhh Henry!!! Ooooooooh Henry!!!
He is the best in the year two thousand four!!!
Ooooooooohhhh Henry!!! Ooooooooh Henry!!!
He always... he always... want MOOOORE!!!

PIRES

To the tune of "Let It Be" by the Beatles

When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Robert P comes through me,
Playing the game for Arsenal, Robert P

When he`s playing home at  Highbury
he'll be wearing the shirt with pride
clutching the club crest , Robert P

Robert P, Robert P, Robert P, Robert P
he scores his goals from midfield Robert P

Linking up with T on the wing,
and ashley number 3,
He puts the final ball in, Robert P

his sweet right foot brought as the double,
then he made us unbeatable,
the second flying frenchman  Robert P

Robert P, Robert P, Robert P, Robert P
he scores his goals from midfield Robert P

And when champions league team causes trouble,
he`s the one who will burst their bubble,
playing sexy football Robert P,

And when we`re looking for a second,
theres only one man that you should beckon
scoring just for fun, Robert P,

Robert P, Robert P, Robert P, Robert P
he scores his goals from midfield Robert P
 

To the tune of "We wish you a merry Christmas"

WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
YES, ROBERT PIRES........

WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
WE WISH ROB A NEW HAIRDRESSER
AND A NEW ALICE BAND........
 

To the tune of  DJ Otzi's "Hey Baby"

Hey, Hey Bobbi (Your Great!)
I wanna knoo-ow-ow-ow
What's French for Va Va Voom
(2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
 

To the tune of "Flipper" the TV show

"We call him Robert Pires,
He's faster than lightning,
And we can all see....
He beats teams easily.

We call him Robert Pires,
More skillfull than Henry,
And we can all see.......
His goals are lovely.
 

To the tune of "I Love Paris in the springtime"
 
We love Pires when he's sprinting
We love Pires on the ball
We love Pires in the midfield when he dribbles
We love Pires in the goalmouth where he sizzles

We love Pires every moment
Every moment of the game
We love Pires
Why oh why do we love Pires
'cause he's with  Ar - se - nal.
 

To the tune of "Pretty Vacant" by The Sex Pistols

There's no point in tackling, he's much too fast,
He'll leave you lying on the grass!

There's no point in tackling, he's much too quick,
He's robert pires, dy-na-mic'

And he's so pretty
Oh so pretty
He's pires

And he's so pretty
Oh so pretty
He's French
BUT WE DON'T CARE!!

He's French
He's great
He's Thierry Henry's mate
BOBBY P.... BOBBY P

To the tune of "Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen"
 
Wonderful, wonderful Robert Pires
Maestro on the wing
See him run and score
As he's done before
Well he's Robert Pires, Robert Pires,
Robert Pires for sure!!
 

To the tune of "The Runaway Train"

When Super Bobby's on the Ball
We cheer, We Cheer
When Super Bobby scores a goal
We Cheer, We cheer
When super Bobby run's down the wing,
he makes all Highbury shout and sing
SU-PER BO-BBY, Give us a goal Today

To the tune of "I love you baby"

We love you Pires, Even though your French.
We love you Pires, You're never on the bench.
We love you Pires, Because your the best in the land.

We love you Pires, Your a wizard on the ball.
We love you Pires, That goatee makes you cool.
We love you Pires, Because you can help Henry score
 

To the tune of "Maybe It's because I'm A Londoner"

Maybe it's because he's got goofy feet,
We guess that's Robert's style...
He has them when he's beating the centre backs, and the left wing
backs, or scoring a goal
Everytime he sets up an Henry goal, we always hear him shout (HEY BOBBY)
So maybe it's because he's got goofy feet...
That we love our Pires!
 

To the tune of "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean"

Our(or "Bob") Pires is always in motion
Our Pires he always breaks free
Our Pires is our magic potion
To feed our Jose and Henry.

To the tune of "Bobby's Girl"

It's got to be..Bobby's ball
It's got to be.. Bobby's ball
He's the only one with any room
It's got to be .. Bobby's ball
It's got to be.. Bobby's ball
Because he knows the French for va va voom!

To the tune of "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley
 
Patrick Vieira gonna pass my ball
Gonna pass my ball on forward
Got a whole lot of skill that's ready to burn,
So get those heads up higher
There's a thousand midfielders waitin' out there
And they're all livin' in Patrick's fear
And I'm just the fan with love to spare
Viva Vieira, Viva Vieira,

How I wish that there were more
Than the thirty eight games a season
'Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn't miss a minute more
Oh, there's Vieira here and Vieira there and Vieira everywhere
A title won by invincibles
All he need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Vieira, Viva Vieira,

Viva Vieira with midfield flowing
And the one arm band of a captain
All those hopes will never die
Viva Vieira turnin' defence into attack
Turnin' Arsenal into winners
If you see him once
You'll want to see him again.

his gonna keep on the run
his gonna have me some fun
if it costs him in injury time
he will end up winning never losing
he'll always have a swingin' time
his gonna give it ev'rything his got
Lady luck please in his shot
Let me scream out loud when he scores
Viva Vieira, Viva Vieira,
Viva, Viva Vieira.

To the tune of "Jerusalem"

And did Vieira in Wenger's time,
Play upon Highbury's fair green soil,
Behind Henry, footballing God,
Did he in Arsenal's midfield toil.

With tackles fierce and passes neat,
He destroyed attacks, defences split,
So that the name of "Arsenal",
Would be forever feared.

Bring me Pires, Bergkamp and Cole,
Bring me Lauren, Edu, Reyes.
Kanu, Ljungberg, Oh! Henry,
Campbell, Keown, Parlour.

They never stepped back from the fight,
Nor did they lose a single game,
And now we'll win the Champions League,
In 'fair king' Vieira's reign.

To the tune "Mickey" by Toni Basil

Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, you came to the Arsenal to get trophies in your hand!
Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, you'll never leave the Arsenal the greatest in the land!
Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, you are our greatest captain worth every hundred grand! 
Oh Paddy its a pity they don't understand, its guys like you Paddy, that makes me Arsenal, Arsenal, we love you Arsenal!

To the tune of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary"

He's a great guy, Pat Vieira
He's a great guy to see
He's a great guy Pat Vieira
He's the Captain at Highbury.
He will lead them from the middle
and he'll lead them all the way
He's a great, great guy is Pat Vieira
Our Captain bon amie!!      

To the tune of "In the Shadows" by The Rasmus
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.
 
They say, He is the best to be our captain.
They say, he will lead the Arsenal to glory.
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.
 
Vieira, Vieira
You're a winner.

To the tune of "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow

His name is Patrick,
He is a Gunner,
He roams round the park like a panther,
His name's Vieira,
And we