Theyre moaning and crying down at Tottenham Sour grapes from spurs and all they do is whine Now he's playing up front with Fernando Left those cockney no marks far behind Goes past a man and gets the ball into the box And his passing takes us back to Beardsley When they ask who's just scored from a corner, again We say that little ole tinker Robbie Keane He came here from some s***hole down in London He couldn't bear the smell of white hart lane He thought he'd get a job with some prospects Back at Tottenham broken hearts are what remain Goes past a man and gets the ball into the box And his passing takes us back to Beardsley When they ask who's just scored from a corner, again We say that little ole tinker Robbie Keane little ole tinker Robbie Keane little ole tinker Robbie Keane