It brings back memories,
From when I was nine,
It’s been there in hard-fought losses,
It’s covered in sweat and tears of joy,

It’s as familiar as the back of my hand,
Some day’s covered in sand,
Others soaked in mud,
It’s never been left behind,

It’s light as the air,
Soft as fur from a bear,
And I hope I’ll have it always,
A present from my aunty,

As smooth as a baby’s bottom,
Way better than Tottenham,
I’ll always wear it to games,
They are my favourite team.