(I could be re-posting this forever and a day)
Not gonna raise a fuss, I’m not gonna raise a holler
It’s just the price I pay for this lousy team I follow
We know in our bones we’re gonna give the game away
That’s what it’s like to be a Spur – that’s just the price you pay;
We might be winning 1-0 but we know we’re gonna lose
But there ain’t no cure for the Extra-Time Blues.
For all Spurs supporters this outcome will always chime
If we’ve seen it once we’ve seen it a hundred times
A one-goal lead at 90 minutes never is enough
We know as sure as eggs is eggs we’ll end up getting stuffed
This comes as no surprise – for us it isn’t news
We all bear the scar of the Extra-Time Blues.
It’s just the way things are so spare us your pity
We’d leak goals to Liverpool or equally York City
They know at 90 minutes resurrection will begin
We bound to give two goals away – we know they’re bound to win
Lesser fans of lesser teams would weep and turn to booze
But like Death and Taxes comes the Extra-Time Blues.
Not gonna raise a fuss, not gonna raise a fracas
Supporters of other teams would find this drove them crackers
It’s been this way for Tottenham ever since the world began
You know that you sign up to this when you become a fan
For Tottenham Hotspur is a team that you don’t get to chose
We all get used to the Extra-Time Blues
