("If you tried to give rock 'n' roll another name you might call it Chuck Berry" - John Lennon.  Played acoustically on my 3-string cigar box guitar)

 

Left my home in Selby, North Yorkshire

Paradise on my mind

Headed South to the capital

To see what we could find.

Cruising along the carriageway

With sunshine from the East

Thinking about the Mighty Spurs

And the upcoming football feast.

 

Well Donny came and Donny went,

Next Sheffield, Nottingham

Then Leicester Forest Services

To sit out a traffic jam.

Steady away and rolling again

No need to look at the map

Cruise control on 70

Till coffee at Watford Gap.

 

Quiet as mice we listen in

To prematch talk on 5Live

And always on the inside lane

Until the M25.

It’s quick, quick, slow but we’re on time

So we don’t give a toss

Heading around it clockwise

Until we get to Waltham Cross.

 

On the last leg and we’re in Enfield

Listen as the engine purrs

We’re nearly into White Hart Lane

And watching the Mighty Spurs.

It’s 5 to 5 and the Spurs have won

It’s just as we had planned

We’re dancing and we’re singing

In the heart of the Promised Land.

It’s 5 to 5 and the Spurs have won

It’s just as we had planned

We’re dancing and we’re singing

In the heart of the Promised Land.