Please release me, let me go

The joys were few but not the lows

You’ve caused me pain for 60 years

Release me and let me dry these tears.

 

My love for you’s not what it seems

I did not get to choose my team

But why, oh why, did you choose me?

Release me, cruel mistress, set me free.

 

To leave the wife I did with ease

To leave my home I found a breeze

But your lapdog I remain

Release me and free me from these chains.

 

You stole my heart in ‘61

You stole my dreams that have now gone

The pain won’t go; I’ve had my fill

I hate you, lousy Tottenham Hotspur Nil.

 

We’ll snatch from victory a loss

We Chosen Ones must bear this cross

With Desperation I can cope

What kills me is lousy rotten Hope.