"Erling's at the Etihad, do da, do da,
Erling's at the Etihad do de do da dey,
Do de do da da, do de do da dey,
Erling's at the Etihad, do de do da dey."
The son has come to play in blue
There ain’t a better sight
His name is Erling, he’s a big blond viking
And don’t you know, he’s really here to play, hey
Running down the hallowed turf
He aims, he shoots, he scores
For the City, the team where once was pity
Erling Haaland is playing here today, hey
Once there was a lad
Who dreamed he’d move on to higher things
And once there was his dad
About him too, we all would sing.
But now, well now I find
It saves time to say what we mean
We know that now he’s signed
The time has come to let off some steam.
Oh come on!
Everybody knows he bursts the nets.
Practically free, the best value yet.
But the more we look Erling, the more we see
You’re becoming more like Alfie.