Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the morning
No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her
In the morning
Where the morning glories hang around the door
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early
In the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
At dawning
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the morning.

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London so
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I think of her wherever I go
I get a funny feeling inside of me
When walking up and down
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London Town

Strolling, just strolling
By the light of the evening air
I don't envy the rich in their automobiles
For a motor car is phoney
I'd rather have Shanks's pony
When I'm strolling, just strolling
By the light of the moon above
Every night I'll go out strolling
And I know my luck is rolling
When I'm strolling with the one I love.

(I was Kaiser Bill Nich's Batman)

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
Through the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away

Its a grand old team to play for
Its a grand old team to support
An if you know your history
Its enough to make your heart go-ooooooo
We dont care what the other say
What the hel do we care
Cause we only know
That there's gonna be a show
And Tottenham Hotspur will be there

Its a grand old team to play for
Its a grand old team to support
An if you know your history
Its enough to make your heart go-ooooooo
We dont care what the other say
What the hel do we care
Cause we only know
That there's gonna be a show
And Tottenham Hotspur will be there.

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marchin' on
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marchin' on.

