lyrics: [Intro] Yeah, turn my headphones up. North London is Red, you already know what it is. Had to step in the booth for this one. Yo, what’s happening down there at the bottom of the table? Let's get it. [Verse 1] Look at the standings, man, I gotta look twice Are you a football club or a comedy heist? Sitting dead last, yeah, you're number twenty While the Gunners at the top are stacking up plenty. You used to claim you were part of the Big Six Now you’re losing to the relegation mix. Finished 17th back-to-back, barely survived the drop Now you’re propping up the league while we're aiming for the top. Even the newly promoted teams are looking at you sideways Getting run over on your own stadium high-ways. [Chorus] That's just Spursy, standard routine The biggest joke that the Premier League’s seen. Seventeen years and your cabinet is dusty The silver’s turning brown and the hinges are rusty. Yeah, it’s Spursy, checking the score Twenty down the drain and you're begging for more. [Verse 2] Let’s talk about the history, let’s talk about the drought Seventeen long years without a single thing to shout. Since two-thousand-and-eight, not a trophy in the case Just a high-tech stadium, a certified disgrace. Got a cheese room and a brewery to pass the time away Because you sure ain’t celebrating on a Sunday matchday. You put on DVD releases for a runner-up medal While Arteta and the boys put the foot to the pedal. Harry Kane packed his bags just to touch some silverware Son is checking his contract like, "Get me out of here!" [Chorus] 'Cause you're Spursy, standard routine The biggest joke that the Premier League’s seen. Seventeen years and your cabinet is dusty The silver’s turning brown and the hinges are rusty. Yeah, it’s Spursy, checking the score Twenty down the drain and you're begging for more. [Outro] Bottom of the league. Two points from five games. Can’t even buy a win. Mind the gap? Bro, we need a telescope to see you from up here. North London is, and always will be, Red. Bottle jobs.
