And now, the end is near;
And so we face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear,
I'll state our case, of which I'm certain.
We've played a life that's full.
We've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
We played it our way.
Regrets, we've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
We did what we had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
Levy planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
We played it our way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure we knew
When we bit off more than we could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
We ate it up and spit it out.
We faced it all and we stood tall;
And played it our way.
We've loved, We've laughed and cried.
We've had our fill; our share of losing.
And soon, the tears subside,
We will find it all so amusing.
To think we did all that;
And may we say - not in a bad way,
"Oh no, oh no not us,
We played it our way".
For what is Spurs, what have we got?
If not ourselves, then he has naught.
To sing the things we truly feel;
And not the words of one who kneel.
The record shows we took the blows -
But played it our way!
Yes, it was our way. COYS