A number Just too short for a double Back on the wing at White Hart Lane To sort out any imposing trouble Lucky for some Depending on what and why The time for weekend breakfast How'd you like your eggs, scrambled, poached or fried? It doesnt just fit on anyones new shirt A Welsh genuis on the ball, he'll leave you in a blizzard All hale our returning son Lets just say we have him home, our little pocket wizzard Feeds the ball to Kane and Son Every pass is on a plate Takes the ball from the sky Like a fish devouring it's bait He runs like the wind passed attacking foe Knowing he's got it nailed For he is the one, The only, Yes, He is,